Birds fall to the ground like stones. Yet why do they tire?Stones rest on the ground, birds end in the fire.Words only words. no meaning yet we pretend.For somewhere in our little minds. All stories begin and end. Nothing left to find. I think its all been found. Words, only words, well maybe just sounds.......
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