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Ah now, behold this bird. This silly little bird. Holding in his claw his piece of bread. His feathers white, his yellow comb. So proud to show his comb, designed to catch the eye of that other he's so attentive to. Though she indifferent…
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stepped away from meafter leaning on melike I was a wallmy face felt stiffyour fingers stoppedyour body was coldthrough my clothesI touched your buttons
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Looking at the Moon, thinking: is this then the parallel room I used to keep my heart in? Got a nice solo fireplace. I'll give it that. But. I don't want to invite anything else into the story of its four walls. It doesn't matter to me if no one knocks on that door ever…
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