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Left Alone

A torn piece of paper,
A bird with no wings,
A paint brush covered in black,
with no emotion to be seen.

A loud speaker with no ears,
A black crow that has no fears,
A mountain that stands tall,
'till love somes near.

The oceans break him down,
the chirping birds his only comfort,
knowing that they'll soon,
be flying away from his high mountain,
it must make him want to drown.





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