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Aug 2016
my wings no more itch for long flight
happy to have found a good branch to nest

but when my neighbour regales me with their trips far and wide
a great jealousy unknown to me rises in my bones

I keep that neighbour at wings length
knowing their restless heart is jealous of my peace.
Written by
nivek
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