Dead sparrow

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The dead sparrows let out a loud chirp.In the morning mist, the frozen li'l bodieshad no tune, it wasa cry of solace and a call for extinction. Rotting with the ground the melodies were forgotten the feathers stomped uponand their habitat encroachedToo weak for the food chainNow,the worms laughed in joy.


- Lohithaksha

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