hover over our
imaginations.
imaginations.
So what if
in spite of
the crow's image
he was really a
song bird
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a gentle friend
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or
simply had
the intense and irresistible desire
to reveal his true self?
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from other peoples' perception of you
is like
slicing through
heaven
where every ray of the spectrum
falls
on glimmering wing tips
hurling
every doubting shadow to
earth
under cracking fallen leaves
while you
bat your wings
slicing through
heaven
where every ray of the spectrum
falls
on glimmering wing tips
hurling
every doubting shadow to
earth
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under cracking fallen leaves
while you
bat your wings
and
show 'em
who you really are.















