Category : Poems

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Down, many times, I was. 

 I thought I'd get to the top,

 But I couldn't get up 

From the ground...

 Upstairs, where you already are.
If you see my tired body, 

Reach out to me -  help me, baby.
With crooked fingers stuck in your flesh,

 I crawled like a worm on your skin

 To get out of my death.
I may never be upstairs. 

 People's footsteps crush my nostrils. 

 I will not know what it means to be "high",

Because I only live once, a normal life.