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Canary Kind

I peer into darkness in lovely eyes, the canary that guides them, happiness relies upon my cries

The open throat is making, is wet, is hugging, is a cave in good and kind; so mercy on the one inside your mind

I part for light and that is how our canyons differ only slight; by shadow, by doubt, by fear, by rite

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