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Nov 2013
Fly little bird.
Fly with my blood on your wing.
That sharp wing that cuts my wrist.
You revisit my wrist when good things don't come my way.
You take my pain away, and I await you for another day.
So little bird.
Fly away.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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