but one.

by veepho

there's an always an opening.

there’s an always an opening.

I ate the birds to sing a song.
I slept,
with a
n angel for,
a wish on which to
dwell.
I went downtown
to learn what not,
to be.

Released my steeze,
on a full moon breeze.

I shared a cookie
and did
n’t get a
crumb.
Will Remember to never
be
anything
but one.

xx

-v

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