Poetry
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Escape
My wings are tied shut.
I can't move.
I want to fly like a plane, but my system isn't ready.
OPEN UP, I scream.
Nothing happens.
I guess I am not meant to fly way.
I am still grounded.
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