real poem: Wings

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by BJ Hamrick, RTF Staff Writer
Crumpled and lost
In a new world
The wind blows hard
I’m tossed and hurled
Wasn’t it best
How I used to be
With legs to crawl
And eyes to see?
What are these frail
And aching things?
I call them pain
You call them wings
I wrote this in an e-mail to a friend one late night. I was struggling because [...]

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