wings

by Leona | Aug. 24, 2025 | 0 comments

heavy.

pulls me down

down to the ground

i want to feel light again

it has to go

out.

dragging secrets out to sea

but the ocean will

never stay

empty

carrying too many things

i pretend my ribs

are wings

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  1. Yvonne Gawronski

    A friendship is sometimes much more valuable than a love affair

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