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Wings

He gently touched me one last time,
His hand gliding along me.
I opened my mouth to speak;
But he stopped my words immediately.

I reached out to touch him.
He turned away instead.
Are my wings really so awful?
I said.

My broken wings,
My pitch black wings
They cause my misery
Yet, how do I continue to sing?

My lips parted, and slowly I began.
To sing of this love, this feeling of mine
They are the length of my arm span
But are they still in this outline?

Once upon a time again,
They were as white as snow,
Yet when I sang of heresy,
I was banished, and now a foe

When will you revive me?
Out of love and not duty?
When will you realize again,
Before my eyes are glassy?

But is it too late to call for help?
Or am I simply alone.
Can I please join you again?
But I will keep singing, unknown.

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wow

amazing
Kylie B <3

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