David LapadatApr 301 min readConfusionConfusion under a red skyThere are pigeons on the alleyBut they can never flyTheir wings are still thereBut their heads are goneThe dogs surround meAs I walk through the dead birds.
Confusion under a red skyThere are pigeons on the alleyBut they can never flyTheir wings are still thereBut their heads are goneThe dogs surround meAs I walk through the dead birds.
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