Feather - Talk
I'm
a
feather
so fragile
floating freely down
through those faraway fir trees. Then,
my soft frame crashes to the ground, crushing all my dreams.
You pick the forsaken me. Your dreams flow through me - your favoured quill. I've found my purpose.
01~28~17
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