her pretty blue
wishes
don't all come true.
most don't.
and yet she holds
them
to her heart
folds them like
petals
into a book.
keeps a box on her
dresser
where her dreams
have lived
without air
for too long.
her grey wings
won't
keep her in the air
much longer.
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