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birdbird

They're great, they are, positives. 

Nice just to counter the sin. 

Yet wherever they live. 

Moreover is this.

That breaks the niceness within. 

Negatives grow wild in hope. 

To trim it, to let it grow slow. 

Whilst heaven in hell

And as it does well. 

It shatters goals with a cold blow, again. 

 

  • Author: birdbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2026 01:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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