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Green Birds

Leaves fell as we slung our lives upon our shoulders. The hall smelled of dust, and the walls were peeling, but if I reached my arm far enough I could touch the surface of the sky. I smiled.

Early on, I had true wisdom under my fingernails. But I scoffed at it, and I was ignored. I went to a school for the blind. Although my teachers spoke with pleasant tone, only I could see their gnashing teeth and forked tongues.

We often hid from the Law's watchful eye. Gayeties and crooning are the pinnacle of youthful passion! We spoke in delirious grunts, our stomachs fed and our pride humorously on guard.

It was she that took my heart from its cradle and showed me the world. She couldn't see, like the others, but she said she knew the world was wonderful.

Anxiety and spliffs- partners of the womb! Itchy forests and dissipating tree trunks in winter were our escape as fires rose and illuminated us all. Twilight hour is more blinding than sunlight, yet I couldn't look away; I fed my habits to the rising sun.

When Spring came, I stopped visiting. I took residence in Fool's Paradise, above those rolling hills where they lived in Utopia. I increasingly fell into fits, and had to keep sheep wool between my teeth so I didn't bite through my bottom lip.

Then, when they milked away my love and efforts, they cast me out, like a Leper! I left in rags, clutching my life on my shoulder, reaching out towards the edge of the sky. I looked back once, and I saw myself beneath the linden trees, smiling from the childlike abandon.

Ah, Satan; A little more upbeat on the drums! Spring is coming once again, and we beggars of paradise need hope to waste on the evergreen.

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