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2015-08-18
2015
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08
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18
01:22 am
Current Mood:
sad
Entry tags:
poem
Nature
I am--
a black-
fucking--
fly-
trapped--
in amber.
Wings-
clipped off--
legs removed--
body resting-
exhausted-
somewhere amid-
twisted tree limbs.
You never--
notice me-
now that my--
droning-
has gone-
quiet.
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