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| A short poem about a person who grew wings....Don't really know how to explain it. |
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A New Me
A sound loud as thunder ran through my bones,
It converged into fire and a plea escaped my lips.
My mind became tense and my nerves turned to stone,
As my body went through a transformation of eclipses;
Wings sprung from my back, tearing my skin in layers
And in that instant I became something farther than an Angel.
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