Lost opportunities, may fade away and grey Its roots, however, refuse to decay; always, shall it remain:...
Crash sound past 2 o’nine I open the oven, and see: two waxed men in a bird suit Jump out and go fly...
Listen close and hear her scream Listen to the the dying of her dream Wings shattered, Glass ripped, Faces withered, then knees and hips....
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