Under past lovers carvings,
I scratch a poem for the lonely:
'Lovebirds kiss in a honeysuckle tree,
But my wings are broken,
I'm left stranded in the branches
Of a white oleander.'
I scratch a poem for the lonely:
'Lovebirds kiss in a honeysuckle tree,
But my wings are broken,
I'm left stranded in the branches
Of a white oleander.'
-2010
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