By: Raven

shaped of dreams yet to be desired

tearing me from betwix the others

into morning view

justified because I am a piece of you

consequence of exile, lick the bitter taste

defeat dancing on your tongue?

I was made for you, not you for I

I am no angel just a missing piece of man

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