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My Wings Never Grew
Contributed by
Chamaron
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Sunday, 28th February 2010 @ 08:35:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
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My wings just never grew
Blackened from ashen cage
It would take me years to learn
What changes the world is outrage.
The pain in the mockingbirds cry,
Dust crusted upon rusty heart,
If only I knew what golden oars
Could do to split the wind apart.
Drip drop oily black tears
I wouldve never known
Had I not bent the bars of fire
With fire I had on loan.
It was within me, stirring
As I leapt out and into a fall
I couldve never dreamed
Of how it felt to soar above it all.
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Chamaron
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2010-02-28 08:35:14]
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Re: My Wings Never Grew
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by ladyfawn on
Monday, 3rd May 2010 @ 06:54:49 PM AEST
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interesting, great images,
hugs n' love nessa |
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