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::: Little Bird :::
you really are a blind little bird
aren't you?
just pecking at the crumbs
that were my heart
but you didn't know
didn't mean to hurt me
I'm bleeding
still
I love to stroke your feathers
ruffle your plumage
kiss your sweet head
I adore you, little bird
though you unwittingly destroy me
aren't you?
just pecking at the crumbs
that were my heart
but you didn't know
didn't mean to hurt me
I'm bleeding
still
I love to stroke your feathers
ruffle your plumage
kiss your sweet head
I adore you, little bird
though you unwittingly destroy me