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Birdy To Be Free May 2015
The work I have yet to finish
putted on the stand standing infront of thee
Glances of cold
smiles of hell
breath of frost
these looks
Nothing again I did
Nothing I am
nothing will not be missed

windows open
Wind blowing through me
birds singing
silenced


Nothing I will be
Words hurt my friends
watch what thee say

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