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Daddy throws the plane high
into the sky
and into a tree—those things always break.
Isn’t that what they’re made to do?
one
use and they’re broken;
Then you move on, leaving the old in the dirt where it fell.
One time was all it took.
“My momma didn’t raise no dummies,” as she says.
She wouldn’t break like the others.
She, the
day
He, the night. With each turn,
I
burrowed
deeper,
trying
to
find
just
one
place.
One
Place to live
One
Place to sleep
One
Peaceful night
Sometimes one is better than two.
The burrow
has been
made a
little wider;
I have
found my
own place.
Although he broke my Wings,
I will fly.
into the sky
and into a tree—those things always break.
Isn’t that what they’re made to do?
one
use and they’re broken;
Then you move on, leaving the old in the dirt where it fell.
One time was all it took.
“My momma didn’t raise no dummies,” as she says.
She wouldn’t break like the others.
She, the
day
He, the night. With each turn,
I
burrowed
deeper,
trying
to
find
just
one
place.
One
Place to live
One
Place to sleep
One
Peaceful night
Sometimes one is better than two.
The burrow
has been
made a
little wider;
I have
found my
own place.
Although he broke my Wings,
I will fly.
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Cool..... Love it! XD