i am afraid,
i am no more,
the girl to look at clouds,
because, this world,
has made me realise,
that my eyes,
must belong to my feet alone.— yet, i still yearn to stare at clouds;
so i wore shoes with mirrors encrusted.
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my home seams apart
Poetrythrough worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds.
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i am afraid,
i am no more,
the girl to look at clouds,
because, this world,
has made me realise,
that my eyes,
must belong to my feet alone.— yet, i still yearn to stare at clouds;
so i wore shoes with mirrors encrusted.