Nests.

A Poem by jake

There are birds in the chimney.
They roost in the soot.
They can fly,
but their lungs are still as black as mine.

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I'm not sure what this eans. Is it symbolic of something?

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Added on January 22, 2015
Last Updated on January 22, 2015
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