Every day
A dystrophy
Under the weight
Of melancholy.
And I'm finding that
The ache is good.
I'm simple, smaller,
Understood.
If fear could make
Us beautiful,
I'd gladly step up
On the scale
And watch it drop
As I take flight,
Farewell to sorrow
And my spite.
A dystrophy
Under the weight
Of melancholy.
And I'm finding that
The ache is good.
I'm simple, smaller,
Understood.
If fear could make
Us beautiful,
I'd gladly step up
On the scale
And watch it drop
As I take flight,
Farewell to sorrow
And my spite.
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