Fate (NaNo Day 3)

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Fateful lover
who careth for me not;
set me free.
I was told for so long
that I could not fly
my wings truly became clipped.
Going deaf to your cries
was my blessing in disguise;
a sheep in wolfskin.
I unfurled my wings
and fled the nest
forgetful of my fault feathers
I fell to my fate.

Fly away, birdy.

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