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Aug 2013
the tighter and more desperately we grasp
trying to hold, control or even own
someone or something that isn't now  
and quite possibly was never ours
the faster and farther away they'll fly
to find the freedom we try to deny
wounded
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   maybella snow, Rose and ---
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