Looking down on the earth from silver winged flight
at the cities filled with men, I decide to stay...
afar. For I cannot begin to love myself. They
won't appreciate me, feel my pain - won't hurt me?
They reach slowly to- my heart, my existence that moves to-
ward the heavens. I am pushed and scream
and it may take many lives for them to
hold enough of me to get it right, to get me,
pull truth from words. Find peace here and now. Too late.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0
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