Her sharp polished nails, red as oozing blood, 
traversing through my back, feel like the cold long edge of the knife. 
I lie here on the bed, failing to catch 
the excited music of little birds, that always float around
                
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Truly, the song of birds is a great joy, but, today's world is a threat to the little birds