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I’m reaching but never gripping, It’s soul ripping how they’re preaching, yet are never teaching. I’ll never hide, even when I die. I’ll be immortalized in some formaldehyde. Where my soul, spirit and skin divide I’ll be like a deity, the higher me, doing the Lord’s work, hire me. The humble apple-pie can satisfy no appetite here comes the hunger tide. When wings carried Icarus throu...
Till the day we fly free - a poem
Jun 20, 2021
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