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Jul 2013
I am a bird caged and locked. From those I loved i am given scars, never to sing is my order , sit pretty and still like i should. Although there things to say I dare not speak them. Though there are things to do I dare not move, I remain pretty and still like a painting.
Pretty and still, pretty and still, pretty and still. This is the way I shall die.
sharicewatkins
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sharicewatkins  america
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   Gary Muir
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