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My wings beat towards the morning sun. The oceans are alive beneath my feet. A beautiful melody flows from my beak. My heart does like my wings, but just as my melody, it leaks.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
yara
Song of a Mourning Bird
My wings beat towards the morning sun. The oceans are alive beneath my feet. A beautiful melody flows from my beak. My heart does like my wings, but just as my melody, it leaks.
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