One Single Seagull

I was born with a plastic spork in my mouth, and
A vague disease
Designed for my south.

I was born with a parking lot in my head, and
A painful penchant for
Breaking bread, and

Everyone said:

"This One is marked for sparks in dark that will not start a fire.
This One is bleeding bricks, but blood loss will not make them tired"

(I will not die, no
Death will become Me
I cannot lie, for the Truth
It Enfolds Me.)



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvia Haynes
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