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Little bird,
little bird,
where have you flown?
How far,
how high,
how much have you grown?
Little bird,
little bird,
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
Little bird,
little bird,
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
Little bird,
little bird,
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
little bird,
where have you flown?
How far,
how high,
how much have you grown?
Little bird,
little bird,
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
Little bird,
little bird,
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
Little bird,
little bird,
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
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What Remained
Half asleep, I
traced the edges of stars
with my trembling fingertips,
and that shimmering dust
left on the ridges of my fingers
were the only remnants
of my existence
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I have my own angel
I have my own angel
Who is a part of me and apart from me
I have my own angel
Who follows me, falls in step with me
I have my own angel
Black, opaque, not at all fake
A marionette
My sillouette
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Dying to meet you
I courted Death
in a burnt out pub
with faulty lights and dirt-cheap drinks;
She had tarred fingers
which danced hypnotically
around her hazy smeared glass.
Word round town was that she had the
Kiss of death
and a tongue as sharp as a scythe,
it was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
I seduced Death
bought her a drink or two
and with rum burning my heart
I stroked her arm,
(coffin cold)
and licked my lips like a predator
(a lamb in wolf’s clothing)
and when she grinned back,
I realised which of us was really prey.
I danced with Death
in a dark alley,
in an abandoned warehouse,
a trashed motel room;
it was fast and heady and yet -
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Aww, this poem is really sweet