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Sep 2015
The owl sits
  perched upon his branch
    gazing at me with
      pirate's gold eyes.
I meet his eyes,
  so yellow, so wise,
    and I can see
      a secret.
A universe, an unknown world,
  the cure to save mankind.
    I see a way to end the madness,
      I see a way to fly.
Sky
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Sky  26/Non-binary/that mystical place...
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