flightless plights

i am the bird migrating in the winter
who loves its home dearly
but if i wish to exist any longer
i must keep flying and gliding
far away

oh how i wish to hold you close
but sheer proximity
stirs my blood
and my heart overflows
our magnetic poles shall
negate each other
i must remain far away
if i wish to remain at all

anti-copyright ira gray

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