an evening full of the linnet's wings
is not enough
to strengthen my limbs with iron bars
or even
to help me shower in the evening,
nonetheless
sing my heart out
with
a section that nobody ever hears,
and i miss it
nonetheless.
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missing choir
an evening full of the linnet's wings
is not enough
to strengthen my limbs with iron bars
or even
to help me shower in the evening,
nonetheless
sing my heart out
with
a section that nobody ever hears,
and i miss it
nonetheless.