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Aug 5
This songbird's quiet
Hoarse throat
From the same old tune.
Let them sing. And fly.
Stifle my whistle
Calling in envy
A blue face. Red chest.
This songbird's silent
And the world carried on.
Written by
Elle  31/F/UK
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