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Delicate Wings

By , Layton, UT
Something so delicate the wings of a bird
The small body faster than I
A petite heart fluttering
The light catches it and, ah, there it is
The gleam of yellow,
The soft glow from the window
The lie you told
How I believed it so
Only to crush me like this bird
The soft wings
Marred under your touch,
Bloody mangled and not so pure,
The fading heart
Slowing down, beat after beat,
gradually dying like an hourglass,
thanks, dad, for killing my bird,
for breaking it’s wings,
and stopping me from flying.





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