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Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Irony
there's a birdie in my heart
watch it dance and sing a lot
feathers grow as it dances
flying upon currents of time
there's a poison in my veins
watch it soak into the trees
when the nests are being built
it will slowly, surely kill
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