Wings Poem by kyle used to be nikol

Wings



oh boy, you make me feel things
sweet, how much happiness it brings
do we have wings?
are we getting used to new things?
maybe they're only our big dreams
even if we're silent a bitch screams
we could rip the seams
but lásko, our hair grow and our spirits are tired

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