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winded and chilled. did your feathers get ruffled as you flew in from the storm? molting on my carpet take a bath, birdy. cleanse those wings and wash your bony knees. I don't want to see those nasty bruises so cover your skin and fly away again. let me see those eyes, birdy. have you a cold or did the bitter cold leave you blind? better for you, to see not with eyes but with frail birdy fingers. don't hate your world, birdy. you're no more no less than any other ****** who shoves past you in the supermarket. we all came out of a filthy ******* ****** so climb off your high horse and get in line. we're all just waiting around til someone digs us hole or lights us on fire. so birdy, if you can help it, don't be a ******* out you go, into the cold. smile birdy, be glad for the sun in the mornings.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
its too cold for this and the snow buried the cemetary
winded and chilled. did your feathers get ruffled as you flew in from the storm? molting on my carpet take a bath, birdy. cleanse those wings and wash your bony knees. I don't want to see those nasty bruises so cover your skin and fly away again. let me see those eyes, birdy. have you a cold or did the bitter cold leave you blind? better for you, to see not with eyes but with frail birdy fingers. don't hate your world, birdy. you're no more no less than any other ****** who shoves past you in the supermarket. we all came out of a filthy ******* ****** so climb off your high horse and get in line. we're all just waiting around til someone digs us hole or lights us on fire. so birdy, if you can help it, don't be a ******* out you go, into the cold. smile birdy, be glad for the sun in the mornings.
The-empty-cupboard
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The-empty-cupboard
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
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