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May 2016
'Been tripped,
Fallen, risen, dusted…
Kept walking.

Wings bestowed;
You, the wind
Bolstering to soar.

Suddenly…

My feathers,
You plucked;
Left helpless.

I’m plunging…

Unsure,
When or where
I’ll crash!
Crash
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