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One wing
His creativity
vanished,
gone astray—
Like feathers
left behind in the nest,
he knows
something's gone.
He struggles
for the next line,
searching for balance
to soar.
But the mind
refuses to
cooperate.
So he waits...
Maybe another day,
he thinks...
Maybe.
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