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The Plight of Flight

All she longed for was to be free…to see the sea, to be free from he, but it came at a fee.

Every night she had to walk on her knees through a swarm of bees just to find the key.

From days to weeks to months to years, she was never at ease.

But we all knew she’d get out…especially me.

tags: Women
categories: Poetry
Saturday 10.27.18
Posted by Kathryn Izquierdo-Gallegos
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