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We are a thousand years old, no histories and nothing to confess.

Kasem
07.04.2016 в 00:00
Пишет  Сехмет:

"Beauty and the Beast" by Jaimes Alsop
Knowing how you loved the birds
I fixed them to the trees
so they wouldn't fly away.
So you would stay.

And you remained silent
and never questioned my bloody palms
or reproached me the birds
because they didn't sing.
It couldn't last, of course.
No new birds came and those crucified
were taken by small animals or simply
disappeared from the nails.
I was sure then that you would leave me.

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07.04.2016 в 19:52

Jenious
Нет свободы для врагов свободы!
Понравилось :)
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