Hello, it's a sparrow in Baltimore
counting shards of light across my floor,
as felonious phantoms swing down to the ground.
I cover my ears but I can still hear,
all of the echoes
all of the sounds.
Your song is sweet and it moves my feet
my sadness is still incomplete.
I no longer fear the reaper.
I no longer wish to compete.
I'm tired worn and blindfolded,
and ready to take that faithful leap.
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