Aiyeko-ooto trails scattered crumbs of a yard bird. Brief moment to spare, then you are the next guest of imagined yard bird. You'll hear stories Decades old, of land behind stones, puddle at its claws, balance in its wings and finally, how tomorrow is scored Yard bird lives in a yard, chained there only by, own loss of will. It has lost passion for hunting, resigned to handouts. Deluded of chances of flying again, it tells stories of the past lovers,...
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