I read you the words of wiser fools before us, and pointed at the holes and tears in the fabric of our hopes. I warned you against the brightness of the sun and the flame that would consume our paper wings. I desperately clutched at you like water flowing through my inadequate embrace. But you were like a cage bird and flew out the window. And so I'll close my eyes to the shadow of the cat and the hawk, and cover my ears to the laughter of children with blowpipes. And I will leave a bit of bread and water by my window.
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