I have a four inch window
were bird sometimes fly.
seen in whitewashed moments
bespeckled through the day
It is the outside
calling wholly of wonder.
The longing wide anything
nagging like a sore tooth.
yet it will not be,
not for me today friend.
I hear your call only
to bite against captivity
Don't call on me locust
an ants got to work
were bird sometimes fly.
seen in whitewashed moments
bespeckled through the day
It is the outside
calling wholly of wonder.
The longing wide anything
nagging like a sore tooth.
yet it will not be,
not for me today friend.
I hear your call only
to bite against captivity
Don't call on me locust
an ants got to work
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