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Sep 2014
You make me feel like a pet snake or some precious stone
While all I really am is a warm, feathery thing with a heart, beating.
These two small wings,
I'd rather fly and be shot during my flight
Than be a flattering cold and be put in your fancy drawer
Written by
Pea
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   Elizabeth Squires and SPT
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