Unbound
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Broken Wings.
With a weakened voice
The distance
will remind
Me:
I am
not
gone
yet.
With a rough touch
The torture
will remind
Me:
I can still
Feel
Because
I was born
With
broken wings.
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