Blackbird Raum
Story From Strawmouth
Burn wounds, legless dolls, houses charred and emptyFlood lights, uniforms, haul our families off in trucksWhat hills are those we see so far? Those hills so high and fairThose are the hills of the homes we leftI miss my little sister so, can't we go back and look?Sorry your sister's gone for goodSee that tip of the land she said, that is where we must walkand there find passage out to the seaI'm so very cold, can we not light a fire?No, we can't light a fire, they'll see, they will come for us.It's a long way coming down the mountainIt's a rabbit black coming down the mountain
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