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Adam Piontek 2021-05-05 15:01:52 -04:00
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@ -24,10 +24,10 @@ rough implement cracking feathers?
Did I scrap their sick crumpled span Did I scrap their sick crumpled span
somewhere lost? somewhere lost?
Maybe I still feel something there. Maybe I still feel something.
I used to dream of flight, soaring free. I used to dream of flight, soaring free.
Dips and curls and swoops, Dancing dips and flips,
graceful landings, inviting horizons. graceful landings, long horizons.
But who would love my winged majesty? But who would love my winged majesty?
They were more danger than delight. They were more danger than delight.