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Birds of a feather, lost forever

Every morning the day rises on my window
Every night I see you walk away in my dreams
They see you pushed away by fears
I saw our love pressured and prodded
where it should have been treasured and proffered

Every silence is a reminder
that fear of love
and love of fear;
rejection of affection or
affection for rejection;
They goad eachother on
and give eachother truth
But in this truth
there is no beauty
only the bitter beauty of
disillusion and destitution

Birds of a feather, they
stick together
Brooding through stormy wheather, they're
lost forever

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