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in her heart,
she can still fly.

mouth sewed shut
no one to hear her call,
remnants of wings
nailed to the wall,
body so broken
she can't breathe at all,

but in her heart,
she can still fly.

the blood of her love
flows on the floor,
windows in her eyes
now tightly locked doors,
fire so hot
she's scarred to the core,

but in her heart,
she can still fly.

trembling fingers
scratch and claw,
voice in her throat
empty and raw,
she'll never leave,
too frozen to thaw.

but in her heart...
she feels herself die.