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Apr 2020
My soul is a bird that is flying free

Soaring high

Swooping low

It takes me to places where I can't go

A joyous

Ragged

Wind blown

Crow

It sits and watches

From the memory tree

The one that grows

At the heart

Of me
Imagination has wings
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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