I care no more
No more nests to build, no more seeds to spill
I care no more
of love and pain and change and shame
I’ve walked too long with my head intact
and my draining brain and my stupid lines
can’t stay the same with my face of ole
need to paint a life i never knew
No more woods to carve, no more water to draw
I care no more
of hatred and rain and sun and bane
I’ve touche…
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