I was born of fevers andnightmareswith bullets grazingevery fiber of my illustrious beingI came to freedomin a brilliant dreamwhere empty, fruitless promisesweighed like stiflingburdensYet, I did not concaveI did not crumblefor the sole reason that...these years entwined havebred memories divineand false pretenses have been shunnedto the outskirts ofHeaven.
Artist: Rusmir Murguz School: North Allegheny |
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