In which birds of the same feathers flock together

And to that he and I, we're forever

Darkness, unsweetened, coating not sugar

Red daunting eyes, swept wherever

Sleep available? Perhaps not, it's damper

Cuffs and huffs, it's a miracle in December

Breathing a mystery, save for treasury

Toast in lights of makers and takers

Cries of one whom tears should shed

Lonely, croak a tune of despair

Perform under the tensions of lights

Luxuries and priorities all despised

In which birds of the same feathers flock together

And to that, he and I, what's forever?

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Sincerely,
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