faceless, room with no windows
Four walls, humorless staring not
To endure such, to be with you
Is a room with a perfect view
faceless, room with no windows
Four walls, humorless staring not
To endure such, to be with you
Is a room with a perfect view
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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