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Oh to be free.
To step outside and be caught by a drift, and not to just free fall.
Not Deathly,
Swift
And dangerous.
But free,
Gliding on warm air,
Wings at full span,
Goosebumps.
But she clipped my feathers.
Preventing escape.
I can still fly,
Glide mostly,
But i can’t catch enough air to go up, up, up
And over those walls she built.
I’m forever trapped behind these broken wings.
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