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They know

wing spans expand
they’re torn but they fly
you can’t see their hurt
the only sores are in their eyes
but this is just another morning
no mourning, just normal demise
eyelids leaking
but these aint tears
you’d know cause they pour when they cry
salty feelings got them holding em dry
partly seeking, partly give a fuck if they survive
each day they yawn and calmly don their morning disguise
a happy shiny face for the crass that might pass them right by
each day a torment
each night they hang a new adornment
the tangle of their angles
sharp enough to cut through the lies
while you tell them
it’s okay, it’ll be alright
no one says the dangled
carrot’s moldy
on that day if it ever arrives
but it does
and they know
truth is
one day
we all die
Written by beanbandit (David Gonzales)
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