Yellird

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laugh laugh laugh...

and then learn to build a cry that gets
to the heart of heaven
and be itself


a sleepless bird sings a broken blues
against the no-light-night
over here

it says a fly among darkness


while
you´re not you
and try to make me fall across


will you publish this relief?

gonna keep for yourself the Comedome down?


gonna store anywhere
any single pound of this disaster?

is my flesh the price of unsolved dreams?

so
keep on
sleeping yellow bird

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