I am the window
And I am the light
I am the handheld
Device that my lungs still spite
I am the tower
And the rocks there thrown
I am the demon
And I am refusing to grow
I am the pink cheeks
And I am the wind
I am the cardinal’s beak
And the wings long untrimmed
I am the finish line
And the string of wire
I am the robber
And I am the burning fires
I am the angel
And I am the glow
I am the things that rattle inside
The things that will never be known
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
21 | Chicago
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