The muscles in my back have atrophied,
From shoulder blades to ell-five;
If ever I had wings
There is no vestige left.
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G - this warrants at least three reads for the deeply personal meaning to resound as smackingly as it warrants; and every sensible reader will go for ten times at least. I LOVE this. In a soothing, pensive, slightly hurty sort of way. t x
touch of melancholy and underpinnings of regret, dreams to be achieved fading. brief verses richly imbued. a sense of accepting a situation. fine work. -Tailor