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Oct 2013
Call me a constellation
the brightest stars my passion
seen from miles away
even when the stars burned out long ago
Call me a constellation
perfect and whole
space between, room to grow
Connect the stars paint me a picture
Born of fire a survivor in the night
Even Zeus could not strike me down
Stars shine clear over mountains, my tiny hometown
I come alive under the darkest skies
daylight is my only disguise
Return nightly
right where you left me
I'm not simply waiting,
I call it loyalty.
little Bird
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little Bird  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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