I've questions
I don't wanna ask.
Answers she might
Not wanna know.
So I sit here locking
Things in metaphors.
Knitting wings to
My words.
So that they can
Linger around and
Can never be
Unsaid or unheard.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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