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My heart isn't a cage. Birds fly free, and poop on it, at will. Perhaps, it is a statue or a petrified tree. 
A golden pond, or a raging sea. Homage to the rock, branded in me. The earth, wind, and fire. The stars and sky. Everything that makes me and destroys me, alive. Or dead, in words and, in time. Fly, baby, fly. My heart isn't a cage. Birds fly free, and poop on it, at will. Perhaps, it is a statue or a petrified tree. A golden pond, or a raging sea. Homage to the rock, branded in me. The earth, wind, and fire. The stars and sky. Everything that makes me and destroys me, alive. Or dead, in words and, in time. Fly, baby, fly.
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