How does it feel? To know that those wings you took for granted will never grace the skies again. To know that someone who once had the pleasure of flying had been taken by one who never will? Those pretty little wings of yours will not escape my grasp once again poor little bird. All alone. Your wings won't get you out this time.
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The bird and the snake
PoetryI wrote this short story a few months ago based off of the cover image
