The Cages are My Own Creation.

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Those boxes I place around myself
must hold an offering;

the boundaries I unconsciously create
surely offer illusions of safety
to be so reoccurring, so sickly appealing.

The cages I seem surrounded by
are my own creation.

My sky is boundless,
if I will simply flap my wings.

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