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Nov 2015
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.
Paulina Falomir
Written by
Paulina Falomir  Mexico City
(Mexico City)   
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