17 June 2019

loosing my feathers


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  1. I thought I would have wings
    before my face had feathers.
    Wings were what I wanted most.
    Wings were why I paid the price.
    So far it does not hurt, well, it does
    but less than you might think.
    And I am told that all is well,
    but every case is different
    and can only be predicted
    within certain limits, though
    so many have gone before me.
    In the late afternoon.I see
    one or two or sometimes three
    in the sky above the city.
    That is where I want to be.

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    1. when you write something, i think i thought about it when i made the image. or at least when i named it. which i did, probably. or didn't.

      love and always thanks <3

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  2. each one fallen has its own tale to tell

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    1. until your naked face tells the whole story

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