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Peysakhova. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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My wings are nests my nests are wings,
I find it hard to breathe.
He stole my air,
winding up his words.
They replay back and forth, back and forth.
A string of thread a thread of string climb up the walls and fall apart.
Stinging scars call you here,
Give me a hug,
my sweet little dear.
He loved her not me.
I couldn't let that be.
Scornfully breathing words of the truth.
I tagged you.
Be my friend,
and i'll help you through.