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Wingless Sins
As so it all begins
time is budding
and we converse
Sometimes the bird
says : "fly"
Bruises of night
narrowed its cry
time is imprecise
between fingers tied
Merge inside
wingless sky
and once again,
all sins have died
with the fall of human-
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time is budding
and we converse
Sometimes the bird
says : "fly"
Bruises of night
narrowed its cry
time is imprecise
between fingers tied
Merge inside
wingless sky
and once again,
all sins have died
with the fall of human-
© All Rights Reserved
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