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Unable To Fly

When I met you
I was like a wounded bird
You healed my wounds 
with tender kisses
You strengthened my heart
by giving it love to nurish it
You fed me promises
eagerly I swallowed them
And just when I was able 
to fly again
You battered my heart
Deepened my wounds
And then
You clipped my wings

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 11/23/2011 4:42:00 PM
Without scars there is no healing... Its what builds us into who we are and makes us stronger... living proof is me... btw I like Kelli with the "I".....Michael
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