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A Lie
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OLD ARCHIVE The birds were singing
This morning, and they
Invaded my vocabulary
Of what is it that they sing?
And do they struggle for words
As I do now
Knowing how I feel
But not how to say it
Shackled by our language
Forced to speak things
Whose very nature is unwritten
What if the song
Of one bird to another
Explained exactly how they felt
I'd wish we were birds
*Tweet tweet* Gena, I love you
