I want to take care of
you like a crippled bird,
gather the branches you
have scattered and lift
you gently from the ground,
hold your broken body close
and nurse the song from
your lips.
And bittersweetly I will smile when
you flap those wings once more and
listen consummately to the song I
should abhor. You're free, bird, fly away,
escape this fantasy. You've never had
trouble flying, no no, that's me.
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