Pacing To-And-Fro Poem by Alien Zoo

Pacing To-And-Fro



glass wall prison, with nerve endings extinguishing
my number one activity is walking back and forth
the bird I should've take care of, now lost and starving to death

someone hanged on piano chords
everyone tasted so real

I think I'm missing
the little wierd white bird so famillier to me

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