Flightless Bird

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Haunted by light,

Caressed by dark,

Consumed by desire,

To make my mark,

I sleep in a coffin,

Kept above the ground,

Devil follows me,

Angels too come around,

Like a flightless bird,

Always looking at the sky,

I’m sitting in water,

But cursed to stay dry.

My wings are futile,

But I heard a sound,

That maybe if I run too fast,

I can rise up the ground,

Wind through my feathers,

Not touching the earth,

Even if it’s for a moment,

It will be worth!

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