I am born of Unfair Silence’s my brother My father’s Despair Violence my mother. The words I most crave Are the ones I don’t own like _____ and _____ As ______ or ______ I know them by heart They sing to my soul But they’re not mine to use And I’ll never be whole. I could be white petals or a promising bud instead I am just Metal and a dry stain of Blood.
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