BirdsA Poem by InkStainedHandsWhy is it like this? How? He is the free bird flying high and proud I am the cage bird who can’t get out So why does he wait? Wait for me? Wait for my escape? How am I worth it? I wish I only knew… but all I can do is wonder
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