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Jul 2014
Release me like a bird from the branch,
close your eyes,
and imagine me flying away.
But when you open them; watch me plummet.
I flap my wings as hard as I can,
only to break them once I land.
Looking down at me you stare,
then turn your back without a care.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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   Dhaye Margaux
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