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"to be me"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Apr 25, 2021
  • 1 min read

I wash my hands

and the world falls asleep-


I have blood on the knife

and blood on my feet,


I wish you would know

the way that I weep


and honestly sometimes

you do know what I need,


but the way that I drop

and the way that you don’t see,


sometimes I wonder

what it would be like

if you were me.


 
 
 

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