Inhale and smoke me,
Until you cannot breathe.

See me plastered on,
Your bedroom wall,
Flaunting me as if I were a trophy.

But do not shine me,
Causing me to appear,
Glossy and not myself.

When you grow to be an,
Elder and reunite to,
Your father and mother's arms,
And scope out your,
Room and realize I,
Have not aged a day,
On the outside.

Notice that I'm less,
Valuable now than your,
Collection of baseball cards,
Or posters taped to your walls.

The dirty magazines,
And pennies in your,
Piggy bank have always been,
More important than me.

You never cared that,
My wings were pierced,
To a photograph of her,
With sharp thumbtacks.

Was I your...

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