Birdies!

Dear little birdie, how lovely your cage!

And contained therein are figments of grace, beauty, and malevolent rage. 

And as the days carry on, said rage does age. 

Patience running away like overturned ink onto a page. 

The demise of every heart involved is the unmitigated wage.

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