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On these dark nights, sometimes the words slip away; my mind’s a sieve. I’ve ideas but the fog wanders inside, and whatever I try, I cannot define these thoughts; it’s as if my wings are shorn, clipped from flight. I’m a bluebird singing her harmonious tune, while some melodies become ethereal disappearing into the sun, while others trickle onto paper, wet tears searing; somehow I define them in blips.

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