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Eight MonthsA Poem by flightedbirdscars will lingerthough time's blackened fingerhas wiped the blood awayemotionally soundwas lost, but i'm foundand now i'm home to stay |
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Time?A Poem by flightedbirdi never have a concept of timeclocks spin, minutes changenothing moves for me, for ustime does not exist, people exist |
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Dutton — Then and NowA Poem by flightedbirdfive-sixteen-thirteenheading on two for sleepless nightsstark white walls and psychotic tasered starespurple rose adorns her hairasked to smile/did th.. |
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The Art of WritingA Poem by flightedbirdit's just graphite and inkstanzas and prose;the fire it ignitesgrows and grows |
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