𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐯𝐢. 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑𝑠

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30. june
a nest of birds
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a nest of birds
now gone
with no home
grieving
what was centuries old
while i cry for them

a nest of birds
destroyed
it was always there
but now it can't anymore
and i cry

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