Wings
kitkayAUSSIE
03 Aug, 2011 01:03 AMSplit. Like rubber bands By fickle fait torn, The world twice over Homing pigeons fly To fill their shadow But wings we do lack, Can?t always afford No matter the will No matter the ache They can not be grown Ache and will worth nil If they buy not one Mere mend for anguish, Instead we reserve For freeze dried roses
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