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3 wishes

for feathers for hollow bones to fly ever alone.

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The birds are chanting my name

The chirping reminds me what it meant to casually open a door and step without caution onto splinting grounds in the comfort of uncertainty following the trail lead by sparrow’s squawks. They stay calling, the birds, it is true as … Continue reading

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even now, as the Sun shines

by choice, i walk with the clouds in darkness, i feel joy under the rain, i am dry head full of knowledge, i remain empty even now, as the Sun shines the birds rise and chant my name my face, … Continue reading

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