Sell The Mocking Birds


Mysterious weather.
You cannot breath in rose
garden. Time crawls.

You cannot smile.
The raid on cuckoo's nest was
disastrous. No eggs.

You can see through
walls. Undressing was a ritual
to shed all the norms.

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Sell The Mocking Birds