Bird (poem)

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The bird is caged.
No longer free to fly away.
Stuck to parish in the old,rusty cage that will never let you go.

In a way I'm the bird and your the cage I'm not free to spread my wings and fly.
But there's always a key yet you will try to break open the barrier with your harm in fighting the cage.

But the cage is my only protection in the end because you can never get to me.

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