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I am, wings clipped,
Feathers oil drenched,
And without song,
Still and forever volant.

I am, leaves sunworn,
stem dry and pendulous,
Corolla torn and colors faded
Still Inflorescence.

I am,
Vagrant, adrift and exhausted,
Frail and half-hearted,
Broken and vacillating,
Still man.

In need of
Love in its elucidation,
For all my complications
And fallacies,
For all that I can be.
Written by
NLP  23/Chicago
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