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My Relics

My Relics

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I am a broken magical pot,

Unfettering hate and love,

Anger and joy.

Trying to sew up,

The frightened mind,

And distraught life.


But my wings don’t remember,

To fly and laugh,

Above the clouds,

Under the stars.

My spirit so carefree once,

Wants to stay in nest!


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