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Tis She was released From her carcass of a shell Man letteth her go From her inquiring hell She was free'd From all distant proportion Now she findeth her self In remorse and guilt trip Tis She was awoken By truth at her beak She awoke to the words I loveth thee But she is a freebird, She flyeth by muse! Dreamers always Get lost in cartoons..
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
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Tis She was released From her carcass of a shell Man letteth her go From her inquiring hell She was free'd From all distant proportion Now she findeth her self In remorse and guilt trip Tis She was awoken By truth at her beak She awoke to the words I loveth thee But she is a freebird, She flyeth by muse! Dreamers always Get lost in cartoons..
This isn't for anyone just good writing lol
brandon-nagley
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
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