With These Wings

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Were I a wise fly on the wall

Watching the nonsense unfold

I’d fly away

But not before the whir in my wings

Shouted

She’s given you everything

Do you need my eyes 

To see unbegrudgingly

The mosaic beauty of her

Godspeed 

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Healing can’t come
Bit by bit, in scraps
As you think it ought
In this place at least 

Healing won’t flow
Warm and unnoticed
And make the heart red again
In places it’d paled

Healing will rather
Be absent and stealth
Then with lightning speed
Jolt you back into place

Boy 

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I would

I’d jump into yours

Yours

Despite the syncope

No matter the string-along

I will

I’ll fall into you

You

My drummer boy

My guitar man