Torn withered weathered on the thorn
Paralyzed swept in the horn
Dedicated to the wingless secret bird
Worn tattered dithered on the word
Tricky whispers surely lured
The trance of a forgotten pale stare
The I you lost
Just is not there.
Torn withered weathered on the thorn
Paralyzed swept in the horn
Dedicated to the wingless secret bird
Worn tattered dithered on the word
Tricky whispers surely lured
The trance of a forgotten pale stare
The I you lost
Just is not there.
This is beautiful and deep.
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