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Every single, bird i find
Pidgeon, or some sort of crow,
I bring it where, the plants'll grow
Praying that, it wouldn't snow



Stitchin up, her wounds again
Golden, and slightly rotten
What colour, was her feathered dress?
Can't remember, my minds a mess



My lungs, found it, hard to breathe
Without me, she couldn't grieve
What a life, i just killed a dove
Asphyxiation, in foxglove
I- dont know how, it got to this
Just burn it down, my hearts amiss
Based this song off a certain corpse i found, it made me a bit depressed for a while
Caddyboy
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Caddyboy  16/M/Estonia
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