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Hollow Boned Monotone
You bought into the wrong town ; Miss Albatross
rolling through grass
to strip off any clinging moss
Now I look in the world
it's simply sketches
when I keep my feathers furled
Pen me one more swan song
Miss, implant something of token worth
Here
catch me while my wings are curled
You curdle sucralose dreams dear
trimming love into something
deep to fear
Blossoms bending
snipped down at night
grinding grace in the mud
Flights
clipped like rotting buds
unstringing our fickle kites
rolling through grass
to strip off any clinging moss
Now I look in the world
it's simply sketches
when I keep my feathers furled
Pen me one more swan song
Miss, implant something of token worth
Here
catch me while my wings are curled
You curdle sucralose dreams dear
trimming love into something
deep to fear
Blossoms bending
snipped down at night
grinding grace in the mud
Flights
clipped like rotting buds
unstringing our fickle kites
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