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Apr 2020
How does one love a bird

who is locked in a cage,

unable to do what it does best?

How do such lovely creatures

sing all day and night

despite seeing that their freedom

is just outside a window.

How do so many wings fly

through the cerulean sky

knowing one day

their wings will be unable to carry them?
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