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Flight or Freedom

September 27, 2013

Fly
My Heart, My Bijou
Gentle Soul, Full of Virtue
Alone

Fly
Fly Away, to Lands Unknown
Lands Old and Overgrown
Decays

Fly
Among the Ruined Archways
And Archaic Hideaways
Obscure

Fly
Like a bird, Free and Pure
Into a sky of Azure
And I’ll miss you

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From → Circlet, Poetry

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