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by Dominique FlynnThis Bird
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As if a muzzle was placed

Across her face _

Restrained_ as if rusted chains hang

Draped around her

Frail frame_


Tight as an embrace

Yet she stands with grace.

A song is sung from pain

Her words rain

Washing away

The strains

As she sings

From within her cage_

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