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She was a wild sparrow, Her wings craved the open sky. But, he wanted her in a cage Locked up and distant from the erratic sky.
Poems are neat little presents We wrap our feelings up in and Give back to ourselves to sort through.
You can wish All you want But that won’t Make it so.
Upset, angry, tired, cold, Chocolate, espresso beans, warm pork-pulled. When I feel bad: food is there, Food is awesome and I don't care.