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Poem XIX

 

I saw you dragging on the ground

longing I let you be free.

I hoped you didn’t find out

one day you could spread your wings.

Would you go to the west or east?

 

With those emerald eyes

you thought the time was a line.

You knew you weren’t mine,

but you finally could realize

the world was not your size.

 

You became a gorgeous creature.

You broke the crys...

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