liberated
By benafim
Liberated. Blackbird, how I envy Your flight. I'll kill you some day. Sharp eyes, yellow beak Look down on me. Do you pity me? Fly high, higher still Hunters with guns are Watching you. They will shot you And You'll tumble to the ground Feathers of dust. Inky arrow on blue Falling star. Are you my soul? Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 06:13 AM PST 0 • 13
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"Liberated...."