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Jan 2016
I am inside
flight feathers gone,
my cage is closed
big lock hangs on the door
guards stand at front entrance
the castle gate is shut
heavy, iron bolts.

What are my wings for?
What do I do?

Can anyone hear
the dying beats
of this heart?
I wonder
how long it will go?
Tulip Chowdhury
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Tulip Chowdhury  USA
(USA)   
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