wingless
but oh do I ever
know how to bend
*
the sun, perhaps,
or a stickāfor the bug, always
a reason to sing
*
at the precipice
I did not yet know
I could fly
*
falling apart, falling
apart, each misshapen piece
perfect
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wingless
but oh do I ever
know how to bend
*
the sun, perhaps,
or a stickāfor the bug, always
a reason to sing
*
at the precipice
I did not yet know
I could fly
*
falling apart, falling
apart, each misshapen piece
perfect