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Apr 2014
Birds are just crystals formed millions of years ago
Misplaced by the universe they seek a return to the place
Where the light dances off their amethyst feathers
And their rose quarts wings
Because inside gem and precious stone is a nebular
That is the exact colour that describes what flying feels like
Chiyo
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