On the caged bird
Originally posted on Reflection:
How long do you plan on staying? Every day I am reminded of the caged birdWith clipped wings and blurry eyes.Skinned to the skin and left for the cold.Master!…
Originally posted on Reflection:
How long do you plan on staying? Every day I am reminded of the caged birdWith clipped wings and blurry eyes.Skinned to the skin and left for the cold.Master!…
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