you send
an endless supply of feathers
except i cannot sleep
choked by this jealousy
riding on the winds of giants
knowing i am nothing
i have no clue why
not wanting to be heard
(or seen)
i lay in this suffering
you send
an endless supply of feathers
except i cannot sleep
choked by this jealousy
riding on the winds of giants
knowing i am nothing
i have no clue why
not wanting to be heard
(or seen)
i lay in this suffering
Deep
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