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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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