hope is the thing with feathers
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You come into the world with at least one person
Your mother,
and you leave alone.
Between the time you come and go you're suppost to bond with other,
Make connections,
If hope is the thing with wingsSoaring higher and higher into an expanse-less skyFlying far beyond the horizon's edgeI would that I had flamesTo scorch these wings
