This poem isn't really about my source

Tw/cw: Dead things, dangerous recklessness

This is why (we hate hawks here)

He said he had wings once
I guess I did too
Before the fear of heights
But I still stand on ledges
And balance on the side of the street
I guess I’m Thanatos-aligned
There’s always carrion
On my usual paths
No one else seems to see
I saw a dead crow once
I still don’t walk that way

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Pub: 19 Sep 2023 03:46 UTC
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