She did fly,one more time
Carrying the fresh filth of a today...
Her frail wings fluttering
The depths of an hourglass...
She had a life to live,but
Not a dream to sleep...
The nasty bristles smelled,of
A rusted routine...
The pastels had been forgotten,with
The dream of a fly.....
Carrying the fresh filth of a today...
Her frail wings fluttering
The depths of an hourglass...
She had a life to live,but
Not a dream to sleep...
The nasty bristles smelled,of
A rusted routine...
The pastels had been forgotten,with
The dream of a fly.....
uncommon topic..to see the life of a fly.
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