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Apr 2013
I stayed,
Like a bird who remains in her cage
When the door is left open.

Always more present
Than the occasion calls for.

I'd sit and wait,
Hoping that our bond was stronger
Than the urge to fly
And that the door
Was left open
By accident.

Then you stopped feeding me.
Cristin H
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