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Aug 2019
41
The dust floats in my head,
And becomes time out of mind,
Something to sweep and observe,
Something to leave behind

Although he's been tied down for some time,
The eagle he now flies

With our bodies entwined,
We don't need the time,
We sit as one shape all aligned,
I stare right into your eyes

Although he's been flying now for some time,
The eagle he now soars
TheIdleOwl
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TheIdleOwl  33/M/Sheffield, UK
(33/M/Sheffield, UK)   
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