My clockwork sparrow is caged in bars of fear. Its song is lonely, but it’s so clear. My wooden rose was planted in a pot of glass. It grows root bound, as time begins to pass. A bronze sun blazes free to be who it wants to be A moon trapped in its orbit, fails…

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