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Wings!

I have wings!

I can fly over the entire galaxy,

Soaring like a rocket,

Gliding

like a leaf

on a current

of crisp, fall air.

There are no limits.

Anything! Anywhere! Anytime!

Mine for the knowing.

I have ears!

to hear anything spoken,

Yelled in the street,

Whispered

into the heart

of two young lovers

on a park bench.

There is a wide range of sound.

Loud! Soft! Intense!

Mine for the knowing.

I have a voice!

I can speak to the nations of the world.

Sing to the infant

Gently

whisper

sweet words

of tenderness.

Such a form of expression.

Love... Hate... Fear...

Mine for the speaking.

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