I am not a human
I am flowers to the grave
I am a black swan to the sky
I am the smell of river grass
I am the starlight of the city
I am the morphine sunshine
I am the touch of its golden rays
I am without dream
The end of a branded feeling
I am the warm tears on your face
I am dripping past all worldly things
Living on borrowed time
I am a fat finger wrapped around the edge of a coin
Sweet galaxy of winnable bravery
Walk towards the noise
Hide who you truly are
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Devlin Demontigny 