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Published on: 30 Dec 2009 by nelson
seems letting it go, and digest sweet honey flesh of tongue of every lips that bites the bitter lies poison every eye and make for a better last, for the arms and nails never grow, as the season stop to know wait tell it glow, the pavement always wonder where to slow, the ending wait the point for a little show oh! mockery of every stage, wait me no more, than a vigor of wings to fly, the turmoil of wind comes forever more wings flew, broken it may seems, yet! hold the feather push to a distance place to go, hide and strike as it fly in the sky sore high, the limitless sky, own no one, for only who dream to fly can reach the highest wind, beyond the wings behind the sweating breath, hold on and up, until you touch the sky…..