No. 4

Wake me up today so the wind can roll letters of a name onto my skin

I’ll sound out the sounds of them

Wake me up early so I can feel the chorus of cold on my skin

I was named by him

Wake me up late because if this is my fate I don’t want to give in

I was maimed by him

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