a death of something beautiful.

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above the ground, you swing and sway
kitchen table, a mile away;
beneath your feet,
i cannot sleep,
i lost my tears as i hit the hay.

lovebirds and old birds
and dove birds and cold birds,
stuck in cages to be
flightless like no birds.

metal bars and music bars,

drinking beers from all the bars,
iron shrapnel from all the cars,
razor bites make all the scars,
broken wings fall from all the stars,
broken-hearted, you're far too far.

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