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Slowly They Die
A bird flew into the warehouse today,
I let out one small sad sigh
When I saw it. I knew
That it would never escape this place.
It would sing its songs and
Chirp its last questions here.
It would die somewhere hidden
And be forgotten
Until maybe one day,
Somebody would stumble across
Its decomposed body and
Sweep it in to the trash.
A lot of things die here.
Most though are eternally forgotten
Or never even noticed,
And some are too desperate
To be swept up and thrown out.
