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Prendre La Fuite
It was a day no different than any other,
I thought, until a bird fell at my feet as I was walking.
This bird had a broken wing,
but showed no sign of pain.
I thought to myself,
A pet bird, now that wouldn't be so bad.
At least until it is fully healed, perhaps, I will keep it.
I looked at her, her eyes, a little shyly,
then a quick glance at her chest.
She didn't notice,
or maybe it's that they pretend,
they're used to it.
My eyes, no different than those of any other man.
My winged companion,
growing stronger day...