fallen

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I once had wings,

the sky was my home;

But I chose these beings,

these humans from loam;

I wanted to help,

yet they betrayed me;

And with a soundless yelp,

I prayed to be free;

But I have lost the ability to fly,

my wings have disappeared;

Now I can only look at the sky,

wishing I was free as a bird.


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