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good day my little broken-headed muse
this day full of longing
and misplaced dreams
lasting forever
binding tighter your still-crushed wings
remnants of the last adventure here
torn and scarred
still gossamer thin
like silk upon my skin
breathe again slowly each time
i can try to live for you
good-day my faerie singer
your wings are torn again
eyes so cloudy blue
smile with your dry chapped lips
and tell me it'll be okay
tell me they're not killing you
good-day to you
my little faerie singer
your time has come to stop.
© 1999 m. hughes
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