• pkalsi 5w

    Humans that could never become fully themselves

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    I too want to be loved
    Have my heart swallowed and doved
    Carry my branches with roots
    Show generations it's "fruits"
    But
    Little that i grow
    With all desires that I borrow
    Fall flatly on the ground
    After being vaguely hound
    But
    I believe
    I will be loved
    By someone
    Who let grow my branches
    And admire my every other launches
    Then
    I shall show my generations
    How it's like to be "lived"
    How it's like to be "loved"