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Wings

Running into the eye of a storm
Breaking promises that I’ve sworn
Wearing a lightening cloak
Picking up psyches that I’ve broke
 
Grey skies
And arbitrary lies
Leave me wanting
My heart thirsting
 
Wallowing in disintegrated dreams
Falling into the same old themes
Destroying everybody & everything
Wishing I could grow wings.

Heart, arbitrary, lies, dreams

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