first_imgThey were assumed to be true true loversThey coupled as one in the ancient porcelainThey splashed into this fountain full of hopesThey tangoed to the splatter of the washragThey began a new verve that was to live onThe Bathing BirdsThey sat high up over the old electric polesThey must be in a forever state to hold tightThey nibble amorously from aged old clayThey stare each other far into their red heartsThey cast a spell to say you are mine nowThe Bathing BirdsThey have flown oceans all on solo flightsThey made huge pacts with soldiers unknownThey climbed mountains over burning hot lavaThey walked with the devil’s aid for a push upThey bring different ropes to ties together nowThe Bathing BirdsShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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