if i were smart enough

i'd heal you with words

but i never learned to

use my hands right when

they were small and now

they're big and it's

much to late to teach

them anything it's criminal

i started out stuck where

i am still now

a bird too fat to fly

but together with the feathers

the fat keeps me warm

the apocalypse rolls downhill

the wind blows me over

top my round eyes

lifeless

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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