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my bird did not fly with two wings

my bird was wounded and didn't reach the sky

one day my bird shedded blood like a bird never did before

and the lake started to flow like a river

i walked and did not give condolences to the pioneers

but i promise that my heart is throbbing with two fires

one for regret and one for nostalgia

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