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some would talk about your wings
and you could think of other things
diversion from the pain it brings
the days of old and conquered kings
while others laugh about your plight
your stolen dreams and stolen might
plucked from you about midflight
a scolded vision in the night
still they speak like you were dead
or decomposing in your bed
it does not matter what is said
yet Someone speaks whose blood was shed:
the time has come for you to rise
to fly again among the skies
to rid your lungs of desperate sighs
to say goodbye to your goodbyes
Jfw
2018-10-12 04:47:28
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