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Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
| We come together like birds of a feather Drawn by an invisible string That pulls us into a space That fills us with a sense of being known We fit in and for the first time We can relax in the knowledge That we are not alone And we are not strange or weird. Lines = 8 Free verse Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() ![]() |