After the shards scarred me
Mom and Dad left me for dead
Grinning guards barred my bedspread
They said I’d never be free
But in my cage I learned to sing
Songs of hope scratched on my cot
I built myself a pair of wings
Out of lullabies and coins and rot
In every song I sung your face
In every song I sung your taste
In every song I sung your flesh
In every song I sung your breath
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