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@ -14,17 +14,16 @@ Long ago, as I suppose many teens do, I tried to wrote poetry now and then. And
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#### Will I Feel the Wind
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I don't feel my wings.
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I can't feel my wings.
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Have I held them stiff so long they're numb?
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Did they atrophy too far?
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Did I amputate them and forget?
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Slicing the skin and sinew,
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rough implement cracking feathers?
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Tearing skin and sinew,
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cracking their feathers?
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Did I scrap their sick crumpled span
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somewhere lost?
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Maybe I still feel something.
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I used to dream of flight, soaring free.
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Dancing dips and flips,
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graceful landings, long horizons.
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More frightening than curiosity.
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More risk than promise.
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I've long since been unconfined,
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but I'd already forgotten them.
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The familiar posture stuck,
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tucked in tight, cramped, tense, hidden.
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tucked tight, cramped, tense, hidden.
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I didn't notice when I could ease up;
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Besides, holding that way got comfortable.
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Holding it that way is what's comfortable.
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I can't stretch them wide just yet.
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Muscles weak, tingling sharp as I try.
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This burning ache, is it tender love?
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