the yard birds are trapped in tangled net they scratch & screech out for more to life. a crumpled map & a broken compass stear a frightened soul. there's nothing. nothing. i believe. a shining light & an open window. the stars collapse in our bodies. stretching & spreading in ourselves for our personal salvator
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cya later. :)
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STEAL MY SOUL.
Lora
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