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Jun 2018
Truths lie
Behind the bonfire eye
Burning up the sky.
But birds want to fly.
Fly away into the sky,
Straight into that bonfire eye.
Birds want to die.

Oh how the birds cry,
Yet their faces are still dry.
The birds’ friends all fly
Calling back to say good bye.
But the bird won't reply,
Instead he'll weep and cry.
The bird wants to die.
Mayhaps the birds will meet again one day, then they'll stop crying
Written by
Austin Mizelle  17/M/Where dreamers sleep
(17/M/Where dreamers sleep)   
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