Title: and what happens when the bird flies in?
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Greatest Fear
And what happens when the bird flies in?
I would like to imagine you will
turn a new shade of flustered, more
awkward and lovely, all girl, all
fluttering over a small winged thing.
I get that it’s not just a bird.
I get that the universal symbol for fear
is a sparrow.
I get your defiance.
If only your hands did not resemble
wings. Your heart, that feathered vessel
shaped for flight. If only.
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