Earth-born, you and I, bird.
Earth-bound i alone.
Dismiss me not as one prefers
But pre-disposed to moan
Out this loneliness, that's cleaving
To emotion, childless.
Dismissing on behalf of
My regretfulness.
Save balancing on nothing
You teeter and fall.
Or inhaling my last
I rise ethereal.
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