She had wings

big old things,

Clunky

A nuisance

They hung around her

They came out of nowhere

And told her she could be something

They brushed against her shoulders and made themselves free loaders

They didn’t tell her what to do

They just stayed there

These wings

these giant big old things

and eventually decided they had used her.

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