May 16, 2025
More in Polly Wogs & Churlish Goofiness without you
when i grow up
i wish to be
the memory
of a cloud
too forgotten by the sun
to rain
too lost by the moonlight
to be found
when i grow up
i wish to die
like the little crust
in your eye
comfortable, for a while
then brushed away
you, for a while
then crushed and gone
when i grow up
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