Jump out of my throat
I will catch
me
I can’t I don’t want to
run
away run away run away
Coward
yes
and why not
it’s the hair he doesn’t like
there is a story here
sometimes birds eat other
birds’ eggs
nothing to be done about it
I want to be here
let me be here
stop pulling at my
lungs
my chest
I need them
I need them all
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