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i’m standing here in an empty place
white feathers off my wings falling slowly to the ground
now fading to the black ness
and as they are fading im hit with this sarrow in my soul
its as though all the stars have left
like the past people i met moving like misguided ghosts.
i had my wings dented by love
feathers falling out by hope for a brighter day.
i use to soar the sky and at night
i’d sit in the trees and listen to the wind howl.
now my wings are broken .
so i walked days on days to find a shore
they say when its all or nothing
its sucess or death.
so i go to the clif
as i begin to fall i believe i can die for this.
just tell the man:
id die trying to be free
so put this down as; homicide sucide
either way my whole life i cried.
as i fell heavens cried the rain drops fell upon me.
and i rembered birds are chanined to the sky.
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# poetic eclipse lady
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