these pink flamingos
with half clipped wings
envy even wrens,
and spitting swallows
from their hollows
taunt them once again,
but in their dreams
they soar it seems
into rose enameled skies.
a thousand petals
all supposing
they can up and fly
these pink flamingos
with half clipped wings
envy even wrens,
and spitting swallows
from their hollows
taunt them once again,
but in their dreams
they soar it seems
into rose enameled skies.
a thousand petals
all supposing
they can up and fly
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