Fairy

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His voice had never been so stifled before.
He had a talent, but was silent.
How could he keep that precious thing in a bottle,
Where it never saw day, never saw light?
Why was he allowed not to give it life-
This gift that would enlighten him,
This "magic" that would change the world.
He was terrified, and yet no longer afraid.
Still,
The bottle opened,
And wings appeared





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