Jul 2019
(rib-)caged little bird,
with an iron will
and sorrow in your feathers,
you beat
and you bleed.
Because that's what hearts do.
Next time I will listen.
with an iron will
and sorrow in your feathers,
you beat
and you bleed.
Because that's what hearts do.
Next time I will listen.
(21/F)
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