When I awoke like to smell November
Full
find the man of glass fell from that building,
be left on a train platform, looking away
sky when the wind comes endure the pain of the splinters and live.
But no, I moved too late
-time when he could not wait-
Feathers fall and make me run away from my blood.
When I awoke like to see the sky still gray,
pound bird
to welcome the warm air, and increase the flight
instantly.
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