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Wings



Bubbly and happy I race for the sky,

Light and free I act as we soar,

But once you leave and I'm back on the ground,

I can't seem to find my wings anymore.

Stuck in the dirt that clings to my feet,

I watch as you leave me in this place where I can't sleep.

As you leave the dark closes in,

And all I can wish is that you'll soon come again.

Because I can fake being a bird with wings,

Soaring and care free when you're with me,

But once the darkness settles in,

And I'm alone, in this place I hate to be,

I know I have no wings,

 have no light and I am not free.

I reflect yours when you are here,

I mimic your wings so  I can stay near.

I fear the dark, when I am alone,

But it's the only place I can call home.

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