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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Ghastly fires

Submitted: March 18, 2016

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Submitted: March 18, 2016



I wish i had feathers

Instead of these sore stumps on my back.

I remeber i stood at the edge

opend my wings and took a leap.

I wish i had that power to fly

instead off being locked up with a golden rusted lock.

The feeling of freedom is the wind that pushes my hair back and ruffles my feathers

if i had them.

The abyss is deep; endless really.

Does this prison give me freedom eventually.

I wish i had feahers, so i could fly to a home that thives somewhere in the grand world.

Feathers Feathers

Oh i wish i had feathers

Instead of this dead bird in my hands.

Please heaven open up

Unlock your gates and let me live a freedom

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