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With your little birds of ink
You have enchanted me
Who would have thought
Beautiful little thief

Candle flames in the night
Your blood in the glass
My ears stand intently
As your little birds start to sing

Feathers of pain
Songs of happiness
Feathers of regret
Songs of love

Your little birds of ink
Nested in your heart
Your little birds of ink
Nurse my pain and misery

Beautiful little thief
Beautiful old soul
My heart is enchanted
Love from within my soul




Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-23 at 11:47

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