I was alate and living in the sky.
But now I am crumpled on the floor;
My hands are stained scarlet,
And I am trying so desperately
To remember which part of me
Clipped my own wings.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
