Deep in my toxic bones
Lay an urge to just go home
Though black tar will flow
As will fall the snow
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I'm tired of all this anger
Which pokes it's head in my heart
Needles, Knives, a stinger
Same thing, different part
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To fly; It's naught for us
Nothing in seeming function
Fly in Cage, feathery fuss
Anger by the 2 way junctions