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Since the embryonic mental state My arms have prickled Tickled like mad. Recently, post-punishment Soft, white down Feathers Emerged on my back and arms. A mix of fear and hope So overwhelming. As I have avoided The resentful, the hateful I’m almost fully grown Six foot wing span. I almost ran So close I almost ran away Until I saw their strength
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 9:06 PM UTC
Wings
Since the embryonic mental state My arms have prickled Tickled like mad. Recently, post-punishment Soft, white down Feathers Emerged on my back and arms. A mix of fear and hope So overwhelming. As I have avoided The resentful, the hateful I’m almost fully grown Six foot wing span. I almost ran So close I almost ran away Until I saw their strength
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 9:06 PM UTC
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