A Bird in a Cage

She's spinning swirling cyclic dancing laughing as she's undermining all her chances slip through her hands and she's still smile - smiling. Hunting hurting rhythmic burning up and under iron churning she sees hell too far to tell and she's still smile - smiling. Loving drugging pear tree smuggling through the leaves and water bubbling and lying there above the ground floating holding not a sound she tips up her head on hold and she's still smile - smiling. Plucking clucking back-woods fucking but she's too gone to know it's wrong her fight is lost the stars are crossed and she's still smile - smiling.

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