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Current mood:  artistic Category: Writing and Poetry
The anger I felt for your sparrow dear keeper is anger no more.
Gone are the days when her rapturous melodies held me.
So simple were those songs yet my heart bled for them.
Only now can I hear in them the serpent that sparrow became.
2:44 PM
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