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Injured Pigeon

I shiver from the cold while my blood boils hot I feel as if I'm an injured pigeon looking for food in an empty parking lot Lost in the abyss that I call home this feeling is what's comfortable all that I've ever known. I turn to wood as I call you up on the phone I get no where, only a lost signal which reminds me that I'll forever be alone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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