The crowded city buzzes, neon lights flicker,A child sleeps on the street corner,Folded like a broken wing.Could see its rib cage- brown keys with...

Suspended Senses
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The crowded city buzzes, neon lights flicker,A child sleeps on the street corner,Folded like a broken wing.Could see its rib cage- brown keys with...
Standing beside me to shout and say An?Your finger is an arrow your words my funeral songMade me your itching padThe crooked tree stands with pride,...