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May 2019
The songbird
high in her tree
doesn't know her music
sends me spiraling
through the depths
of my being
until nothing matters
but the faint beat
of an erratic heart
pining to be high
in its own tree
lost in song.

How could she know?
She is only a selfish little songbird
and does not sing for me.
Written by
Shane  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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       Vic, Kieran Messer, ---, S and ---
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