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this was not necessarily the thing I wanted, but that thing flew away

.. i do know why the caged bird sings; i also know why they cage the bird. these pondered, wander -wondered words, these pieces of my poem -heart, these winged things, they plot their escape from the moment they’re breathed. … Continue reading

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