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Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read
when my organs are burning
in mad shades
of tangerine and blue
I find solace in writing
I can only compare it
to giving home
to a lost bird
that kept fluttering his wings
in different storms
all his life

when my organs are burning
in mad shades
of tangerine and blue
I find solace in writing
I can only compare it
to giving home
to a lost bird
that kept fluttering his wings
in different storms
all his life
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