I made this bird

 

I made this bird

Knife through throat

No!

I called it

I sent it into exile

The image followed me always

Tears want to flow                               

Restrained                                    

A blob in my throat

I know what it means now

Again tears                               

Restrained them                               

VERMALEDEIE!

It took me a decade

Pourtant

It’s crystal clear

that’s what I experienced

Damn tears                             

Restrained                                

I’m in a public place

Stroke of stroke

Cut through my voice

Halved my body

Chucked it out                         

Welcome a stroke?

No way!

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