Poetry
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The sparrow sits atop a branch with a grip so tight. A tiny bird; it is so small. An arrow flies heartlessly through the sky hits the sparrow with a ...
I know you can't really see me but I'm still there I've got an eye on you don't know if you ever even set an eye on ...