If I can't dance I don't want to be in your revolution: Quit looking at me, swan

November 04, 2002

Today I am sad

Because there is bird on my window

Just a scuff mark of a bird

Torn skin, feathers and blood

And a blob of eye staring at me

I wish I could put its little bird bits to rest

Or at least wipe it off my window

But I am on the 12th floor

And very scared of heights

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