Nomad
did i find you, mister wanderer, or are
you mere chance, do you come in
peace, & would you care to dance?
you are different, strange with your
warm blood, with your good intentions
& all seeing eyes. did you know
where you were going, mister nomad,
any idea what you had, where you
lost it, & why? i recognize your scars,
you fell from the sky, broke your
wings, wanted to die. we were once
neighbors, squatting in the shadows
casted by castles- speaking in
slur, seeing in blur. i want to reach
& touch you, but my sickness is
contagious & there is no cure.
break me, mister pilgrim, break
me & release the sin within.
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