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Jul 2018
sometimes I feel like my wings
are just holding me down
my mother calls them a blessing
but I’ve never heard of a blessing like this
what god gave me these wings
and thought “this will be great”
as his hand molded my bones
knowing I would never
I could never
that my wings
would never
let me

fly
Written by
Derek Moran  M/Aspen, Colorado
(M/Aspen, Colorado)   
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   KM Hanslik
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