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
"I saw the Angel in the marble, And I carved till I set him free." Every story has an impact, each tale matters
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