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nothing at all
is wrong with the way
i never let my feathers rustle
under a breeze
for fear of the cage that binds me
as its touch
confines me
to the people who once loved
the colours of my plumage
the sharpness of my talons
now cut
to the very bone
of who i used to be
from something
someone
to nothing
nothing at all •
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YOU ARE READING
broken poetry.
Poetry❝𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘦𝘴.❞ original poetry by The Blue Bird (AKA UniversalGeek). a story told in four...
