Flurry

How is it really that that’s who you are?
I know that it is, but it isn’t at all.
You fall and flutter like a bird with wings;
They are now broken.
You feel that they’re broken,
So they are, I suppose
You don’t really know.
I think that they’re all true.
Still,
Birds can explore,
Wherever they go,
Whatever they might be.

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