27 novembro, 2007

i lost my bird somewhere in the trees
now i'm Birdless why the fuck do you have to make poetry out of everything? [buzz me, you emergency of screaming.] why does my body feel so ripped off i feel like a beared tree out on the wild sidewalk just a bitch, a bitch, a bitch just a bitch, a bitch, a bitch a beast, a lover, a sight to my stupidity...

written the day i lost my bird, it flew away and never returned)

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