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Birds in cages Dreams on hold Days and ages That will never be told. Sometimes i feel so contained Sometimes i think i might rain. Between bars sits my bird Sees the sky But won’t fly. Wish i could open the door Imagine i erase the floor.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Contained (flying out of it part 1)
Birds in cages Dreams on hold Days and ages That will never be told. Sometimes i feel so contained Sometimes i think i might rain. Between bars sits my bird Sees the sky But won’t fly. Wish i could open the door Imagine i erase the floor.
paulinafalomir
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
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