The bird of paradise stopped on a tree, hung out on a branch, then flew away from me.
I watched him as he flew, and disappeared into the sky.
I wonder if that is paradise, whatever is out there.
Wherever he is flying to.
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No More Masters
The bones are really breaking inside of me and I have no one left to conceive of no imagination to dry up no silence to feign I have no fore...
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