The Pure and The Innocent

In a lot of my poems I refer to my own self as a wild wolf. Under the moon I am different and beast like. Unfocused and want to enjoy quick gratification. On the flip side I refer to myself as the bird more focused and wanting to break free from the pain and night…

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I am an bird without a placeA bird without its wings to flyTrapped in this tree,Never to be freed A bird with a song,That goes on forever longThe tune if you here,it is worth listening A bird that knows its fate,So it’s never irradiateIts stands forever singing,And hoping someone is listening So they would know…

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