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through trees

 
what the fuck is this writers writing about writers?
(now i'm doing it)

i think
when there's no story to tell
no convincing imagination
it's time to stop reading

i know school
i know it's wettin' sparks
and waiting for fire


(i stood in the kitchen this morning
looking through the trees
at these big white wings writhing
amazed at this alien bird
my eyes were glued

glued
to a woman shaking
sheets out her window)
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
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