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Dec 2013
Well not quite

I can say to anything
But there are still dreams
And sealed hope

Broken wings
Are only clipped
But...
They seem beautiful
As if they are holding onto the magic -
Mystery children know first,
And adults thirst for
At four
When the days isn't done
Or about to come

The moon is stuck in between
Holding the spell for freedom

Our wings struggle
Because we want more
Only,

Not quite sure
What that is yet
I struggled so hard to write this, and I hope it works, but it's supposed to be readable both forwards and backwardsΒ Β the normal reading is supposed to be thoughtful, and the backwards on the side of hopeless
Emily Pidduck
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Emily Pidduck
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