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Caged Bird

a bird in a gilded cage of my own creation.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 through the door to my cage is open wide.                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I remain perched here as though.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         my wings have been clipped.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             many a time I have stood there.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     unsure of what lies be on the door.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       so I remain here watching the world.                                                                                                                                                                                                                               never daring to reach out are take.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          a steep that would free.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          not just my body but my heart and soul.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                as well so I remain a bird in a cage.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        of my own creation never daring to spread.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     my wings for I may fall.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           not just to the ground but to the cold.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            and the uncaring world below.

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Date: 2/11/2019 2:03:00 PM
I hope you fly, nicely done.
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