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Birds of a Different kind
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100 Proof Her tears run, on, and on, and on. There is nothing she holds dear from this lesson, she thinks she sees clear, blinded by misadventure. She plucks her own feathers, deciding she wants to fly no more. I have no words for her, im on the other side of the fence, and can only speak in contradictions. She knows me well, and knows i and him are of the same flock. Many times she's seen me in my natural habitat, and know bigger birds eat the smaller ones. i taught her how to spot eagles, She still stepped out, meadow extending far without a spot to shade. In the end. She lays torn, and i beside her. And for some reason i wanted to ask her forgiveness. Its not my fault, but i cant say a word, for all the love i have for her. I am a bigger bird.
