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hidden birds |
in november, remember the bark we found the best i've seen around i understand life today less than ever other than it's messy and never ending cells bending, mending their way in and out obscure routes taken - shaken up every moment seconds split up your sky is lit up by smog mine by burning logs it's a travesty, your majesty that we must accept your birds are kept hidden by leaves and twigs their sing-songs muted by rusted rigs i'll play a jig for only a centipede- she'll lead me to the things i need some tasty weed to keep me strong i'll write a song while i burn my log... and the crackles sing along |