Wings
By: Adam M. Snow
Tis be one, alone with the twilight sky;
with that lonely blue tear in the corner of your eye.
You try to deny that you can fly;
so take my hand so that we may go up high.
There was never a need for you to cry;
now that you're up here, watching the clouds go by.
Do you still wish to die now that you can fly?
You don't even have to ask
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