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Sep 2018
all my friends are flightless,
all my friends are fair-weather.

they can only stay
one season at a time.

they disappear with spring rains
and fall’s abundant colours.

all my friends are broken-hearted,
searching for something in mine.

all my friends live six feet under,
singing their songs from underground.

all my friends are broken-winged thunderbirds,
all my of friends were never found.
Written by
mari  22/F/canada
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