15 de abr de 2011

Wingless birds with feather hats



I was high
All the time, all the way
Everyday i used to
Waste things away…

You took me
To your room, and it was
Bad for me.

It was all so
Clean and sat
Felt like an wingless bird
With a feather hat.

You pour me then a fancy drink
And a glourious dine.

I ran out with your cheapest wine...


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