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Jun 24
why do you flee from me?
when i called you my dove,
i did not mean to give you wings to fly away
what will i do? how can i forbid you
your freedom

love is the wings clipped
because of the grounded lover
love is the willful descent of the high

and the exultation of the one lowly
wrote this a long time ago. i edited it a little so here it is now. still rings true to me
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     Holly D and NITIN MUKESH
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