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Friday, November 17, 2006


Broken Wings
Air in my Face
Wind in my hair
Sun shining through me
Blissful kisses that fly to thoughs who are unhappy
Soaring up wih the white birds
Swooping down toward the sea barely touching the sea
My heart overflooded with hapiness

Tears streaming down my face
waking up to the noise of hard hammers slaming down onto rock
Arms chained up
Lifting up me head to find myself in a dark room
cinder blocks shunning out the sun light

Knowing that will never ever happen again
for my wings have been crushed
burned
pulled
brokened
But I still have hope
One of the dirtiest sins there is

For I hope ...no Know that I will be up there once more
for things that are broken are fixed and healed into
stronger
happier
healthier wings

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