About death and you
But then I buried it under
Accumulating book-clouds
Through the whole night
Birds flying in circles
Like us struggling
In a maze of dark and light
Above the city of death
They can’t see it’s just
A little town on the outskirts
A doorway in the middle of a street
We all are walking toward look
Someone’s arranged the dead birds
In orbits the most colorful
At the center according to kind
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