I made wool
For my eyes
And oil
For my lamp
I made paper birds
That cannot fly
And the wind
Won’t carry me
Or my heart away
PAPER BIRDS
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I like that one – conjures feeling that could be safe & grounded, or sad, flipping back and forth.
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HASTY – Things made
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Really intriguing piece!
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