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Mar 2019
Then again, I was changed then
Each day I renew
Sleep like in a cocoon
Emerge with wings anew
unwritten by yesterday's
Weighty legs ground dwelling
Ways, days are numbered wings are fluttered, my crypt will be in the future, today I soar, uncluttered.
wordvango
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