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The pane through which I cannot pass I beat my head against - Recoil surprised with addled brain - Sit stunned with no defense. My soul is outlined on the glass My wings, head, body - all. I sought safe passage, found instead - Invisible - a wall.
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
The Dove
The pane through which I cannot pass I beat my head against - Recoil surprised with addled brain - Sit stunned with no defense. My soul is outlined on the glass My wings, head, body - all. I sought safe passage, found instead - Invisible - a wall.
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
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