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By Cryingshame58 Date: 2003 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.17.08.33.25690]] |
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mourning dove on my shoulder disturbing motet your plea cries out to me consciously aware of manic senses your opinion of the world only you or few birds can fly isolating for self indulgent thoughts of a great misunderstanding no other bird knows your song your feather fallen lost to you tickles me. |