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Bird With Broken Wing

Sometimes I feel like a bird
with a broken wing,
standing on the concrete boulevard
of broken dreams
where cars are roaming by,
with loud noises every where.
You could say that danger lives there,
along with a million ways to die,
although no one really cares.
They stop a second to stare,
poor, poor bird, they say...
No bush or shelter
where he can hide,
he just crashed and broke
on the asphalt open wide.
Scared and petrified,
he can’t run or flee, he could only fly...
Sometimes I feel like a bird with a broken wing,
I fell once then I stood to die....




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Publicerad 2008-07-09 00:19



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    Herr Ångest
En mörk ödesmättad känsla..

Får vibbar av såväl Tom Waits som Edgar Allan Poe i den här.. Snyggt!
2008-10-02

  Dimman
Vilken känsla!

"Cars roaming by
Loud noises everywhere
A million ways to die
But no one really cares"

- älskar det!
2008-07-13

  *Anna*
mysig, skönt flow
2008-07-09
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