Bleed me dry, stretch me thin, make me beautiful.
Raise me up, make me smile, give me farther to fall,
Cause I'd rather hit the pavement than sit atop your pedestal,
Even if I'm bound to shatter on impact.
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.
