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Self-caged

I am a self-caged bird but I don’t sing.

I am a pathetic parrot;

of my own misfortune I screech.

I know it’s my fault—

I can reach out, open the door soundlessly

and fly to you. But,

sometimes it’s less scary

to stay.

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