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I shall teach my heart not to sing like a hooded falcon, quiet and resigned to the jesses. To let my heart soar, I tell myself, would be a fearsome and frightening thing. Once I spot my prey
The news rang in my ears I didn't know how to accept it "She's brain dead" I hear it over and over A constant reminder I can still see your face Hear your voice Promising me I'll be okay
There is a hawk in me, With talons like razor blades, And piercing eyes like amber stones glittering in the sunlight It screeches like the sound of sharp nails on a chalkboard;
Icy feathers of air Stream into the hawks’ wings As he plunges
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