Doves
My heart flutters
The beating of the wings
My speech stutters
The pain is the sting
Away the happiness flies
The pounding of my blood
I am quickly recovering
But am still misunderstood
Through pain and sadness
Through misery from above
I just sit here quietly
Yearning for the doves
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