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Flidais
Can you talk to a mute sky?
Does this second person speak the message any less?
I only know black feathers, and astrology that was patched to my ears,
miracles occur? yes.
Though I could never hear
A rare random descent of a different channel of wind, and I gave my wing to a now distant mercury,
trojan clouds seep through the slit in my heart and the breathing isn't so hard anymore.
I gave light to shed my tears,
and it gave me wisdom,
but the darkness never failed me in the least amount as many
Orions failed to hand me a spare spear.
Does this second person speak the message any less?
I only know black feathers, and astrology that was patched to my ears,
miracles occur? yes.
Though I could never hear
A rare random descent of a different channel of wind, and I gave my wing to a now distant mercury,
trojan clouds seep through the slit in my heart and the breathing isn't so hard anymore.
I gave light to shed my tears,
and it gave me wisdom,
but the darkness never failed me in the least amount as many
Orions failed to hand me a spare spear.
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