JudeA Poem by Gaia Octavia
Baby bird,
broken limbs, paying for another's sins My two cupped hands to scoop you in, and keep you warm, skin to skin Your anguish so thick, it drips from the page, I feel quite like you in your thick, paper cage Forced to repeat the same little life, when you're worthy of more and it cuts like a knife And though you must stay, part of you will be free, for wherever I go, you are always with me © 2018 Gaia OctaviaAuthor's Note
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