An ants eye-view.
Down to level.Structures like the colluseum.A battle with your inner devil.Take flight. Escape. Clapping wings with futile might. It's too late.Predators roam the streets.The cage is open.Adrenal heart beat.Broken.Confined to solitary. Migration. Friends have leftComplex situation. Vistas. Preparation.Running start.Contemplation. Beating heart.Last breath.Alone .welcoming death.
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Clipped Wings
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The Immortal Wize says: i like the flow here. |
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2b2b2 says: Well Played Write...Number3...thanks for sharing....ONE |
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