birdcage.
low of lows.
waves. i'm walking towards the water.
if only i could drown them.
my sorrows.
love.
is sometimes a trap.
roses with thorns.
me.
and then you.
backed in a corner.
with no way out.
cut our hands to free ourselves.
pain. then hurt.
then oblivion.
unfaithful me.
when birdcages turn to houses.
then is the soul.
free.
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