I Left Some Bread Out for You, by Ifautumnsaysso |
Maybe you'll go down with a ship in a storm Lose your breath while balancing on a pole Reaving and dive towards rut selfish pride Walking your dry plains for doomed signs of life Like no other a need to feed with good crows Wings too wet to fly, this weight my world cried If only you were the bird I shot as a child |
Posted: 2014-11-09 15:33:33 UTC |
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