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On days like this when I am consumed
By the doubtful feeling in my chest
Inherited by my mothers mother
All the females in my family have their share
I thought I had
I which I was
So I could whisper
In you ear
That someday
I would fly around at four p.m
Peak through all the windows
To get a glimse of you
My thin wings would stroke your lips
Make them taste like winter bliss
So I could whisper
In your ear
That everything will be okey
