LIVING IN INFAMY
Like so many others, this morning will
just set its pace, remaining. I wish to enter
the cage, though without setting off any
of the birds. They are often so excitable :
hysterical creatures, every little thing gets
them going. Yet I can only speak those
things I do not hear and cannot say.
How ever-present is this? A yes,
a sham, and as always.
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