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Give me your wings
rip your freedom for me
watch how my eyes turn red.
Feel my isolation
step into my circle of emotions
with your wornout shoes.
Let me inhale smoke
so that smell will stuck with you forever.
Endow me your wings
from the feathers I shall make a quill
stick it through my heart
and let the black blood flow.
Maybe then I'll get this all
to sound right on the paper.
Remember,
even the history has been
written with blood

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