plucking at pre-stages we're never
going to blossom, this is no metaphor.
vultures just went holier than men.
grow up lady grow up my child, I wish
to cocoon. they'll blame it on you, but
what kind of a child that isn't fascinated
by danger, duty arises here it does. it's
not opportunity, it's advantage, it's
selfishness, life gave you maturity,you
are successful - weren't you striving to
inspire? devourer. they'll never know
aid or fun but self sacrifice - safety was
a man, but now he's just thorny pillow.
©akzapoetry
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