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What do birds see
When they watch me?
How am I considered?
Glancing downward,
Oh little bird,
You see many people.
From sky or perch
When your eyes search
What do you find in us?
My Philosophy,-
-It’s Flawless,
Perfection.
It’s Visceral, immaculate.
No right, no wrong.
Naught but self-reflection,
A supernova’s glow, set upon all direction.
My heart and soul shined,
when I heard that prohibition had died.
No longer will the public be blind,
By the governments non-factual lies
