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love letters for the end of the world: ix

how sweet the sky,  
how vast, how close.
how mad to try.  
how cruel to hope.
 
and flightless, although  
strong of wing,
 
some nights  
 
the cagèd bird  
 
 
still sings.
spdred
Written by spdred (spidey)
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Author's Note
there in the choicelessness of grief, is joy. in the dread of futility, resistance must exist. even if its only outcome is pain.
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