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Anger
I never know what to do with you—
little bird, in my chest.
tumbling over like the dirty dishes
I ignored, stacked high on the counter
until you rage cold, tear stained
futtering to a halt...
little bird, in my chest.
tumbling over like the dirty dishes
I ignored, stacked high on the counter
until you rage cold, tear stained
futtering to a halt...
