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Lungs outlined with blue feathers Ready to take off and fly My fingertips like silk Are incapable of holding on to anything For too long What can you hold against me? Ghost stories I should've never shared? Or that every time I dream out loud I always seem to miss your outreached hand What can you hold against me? Besides this ache in every bone That whispers to my soul To let go for once, and try flying alone
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Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 12:31 PM UTC
Feathers
Lungs outlined with blue feathers Ready to take off and fly My fingertips like silk Are incapable of holding on to anything For too long What can you hold against me? Ghost stories I should've never shared? Or that every time I dream out loud I always seem to miss your outreached hand What can you hold against me? Besides this ache in every bone That whispers to my soul To let go for once, and try flying alone
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Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 12:31 PM UTC
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