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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 6:46 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 11:47 pm
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A wingless bird
In this cold, unfaithful night, Only one thing gives flight, Although it has no wings. The hopeless song “I won’t be long, To this world and other things.” It lifts its beak. As though to speak, But nothing comes out, you see Because the other thing That it cannot sing Is you and me, my friend.
The beast of mankind
It runs amok Among us. It walks along Beside us. It speaks and hears Just like us. The beast I speak of Is us.
Love
In a cold winter world It finally unfurled Searching, that second, for prey It caught you in sights And lit up the lights In my mind, my eyes, my heart The beast I have inside Is nothing to hide For it is a thing called love
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