As if halting words
Makes me greater than I am
surviving hurts
and poetically spitting them back
observing birds
dreaming the things that I can
But first
I must build cities from this sand
Before I can ascend
As if halting words
Makes me greater than I am
surviving hurts
and poetically spitting them back
observing birds
dreaming the things that I can
But first
I must build cities from this sand
Before I can ascend
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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