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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Wings Never Grew
[time] => 2010-02-28 08:35:14
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[bodytext] => My wings just never grew Blackened from ashen cage It would take me years to learn What changes the world is outrage. The pain in the mockingbird’s cry, Dust crusted upon rusty heart, If only I knew what golden oars Could do to split the wind apart. Drip drop oily black tears I would’ve never known Had I not bent the bars of fire With fire I had on loan. It was within me, stirring As I leapt out and into a fall I could’ve never dreamed Of how it felt to soar above it all. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Chamaron [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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