How similar are all the storiesOf the people.Of their everyday lives,And the not-so-everydayDays wrapped in knivesOr days wrapped in velvet;A coat of tufted fabric;A coat of bloodBright with sacrifice. You cannot have everything,Neither can I. Children get worseWhen they float high. But, I am willingTo compromise. Come, I’ll sing youA lullaby.Twinkle TwinkleDon’t you cry.I am …
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Mirai
Mirai, when you come,What gift do you plan to get me?Do I matter? Am I too tinyfor you to seeWhen I’m tired?When I’m drenched in sweatAnd tears?When I’m dirtied with the bloodfrom the wounds ofCold and fear? Will you love me backIf I gave up all these thingsJust for you?If I gave up love?And stopped …
