its time to wake up and work for nothing,
but he knows not what i do,
its been 4 days since i've felt a warm bed,
seems a lifetime since a felt a warm embrace,
all i do i create fake images of a lieing truth,
where is she that pretty soul, that strong soul,
such a strong soul all the angels know what she does
chirp said the bird,
and this is how i knew it was a she was bringing me,
a message from the past,
birds only speak in vowels,
what does it want to say,
yes i could smell the salt of the ocean but not her hair
and all is black
the bird left
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