The Albatross - Poetry
I died a thousand times
only to return to your
murderous face.
You can not save me.
I never asked you to
hold out your hand.
Leave the albatross around my neck.
I am my own Oracle.
only to return to your
murderous face.
You can not save me.
I never asked you to
hold out your hand.
Leave the albatross around my neck.
I am my own Oracle.
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