Scars

Some scars only heal with
time, some wounds are salted
with margaritas; and sometimes,
when we spread our wings, we are
still unable to fly. While our
paper-thin wings collapse into
each other as we escape from the
dimly-lit present, worry not.
We’ll try again tomorrow.

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