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Jun 2020
I am the creation
of many unsung songs
each tune lived and died
for a moment on my lips
pulling the lyrics inside
so the birds in my rib cage
have something
a brief piece of freedom
as I rest my hands
on my self-made cage
Written by
Amanda Hawk  42/F/Seattle
(42/F/Seattle)   
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