jealous of the clouds that run free, without chains
jealous of the spider who flies without wings
if walls were a sky, would I be able to fly?
if these walls drew wings, would they set me free?
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Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness
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jealous of the clouds that run free, without chains
jealous of the spider who flies without wings
if walls were a sky, would I be able to fly?
if these walls drew wings, would they set me free?
