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Sparrow (Poem by Brandon Immel - June 27, 2014)
Defenseless. In a weak industrial world. Fearless. In a strong imperial morgue.
The gentle grass hits my knees, Hits my ankles. The gentle flow of the trees. Painful memories leaving you in shackles.
Rushing business into the world, Continuous lights in the cold. Tider tadder at my window. Every heart begins to shatter.
Frequent tears at your side. Heights to show how small you are. But to you, life is just a ride. Catching the fireflies. Counting every single lie. Realizing you never got far.
Signs mean only one thing. To captivate your eyes. But you only live in your disguise. Sometimes you believe you are mesmerized.
Tider tadder at my window. Believing chances may not fail. Tider tadder at my window. This is where we all find the holy grail.
Hearing shouts upon the night. But there's certainly no fright. The dark shadows and sudden falls. But you're kept safe among those walls.
Tider tadder at my window. The black night shows no flow. We can see no stars. We only see the restless cars.
This dark night is only a shadow. Of the tider tadder at my window.
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