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birdy Apr 2022
Wrapped around my neck are red fingernails,
their color warns me of what they draw.
birdy Apr 2022
Do you choose not to feel?
Like a hand with a glove chooses to not touch.
birdy Apr 2022
You are the moose on the wall.
Hollow of all liveliness,
barren of all thought.
birdy Apr 2022
Eyes, like a blue clouded sky, raining bright rays of yellow sunlight.
birdy Apr 2022
Plump and purple like a plum.
birdy Apr 2022
The sun kisses the grass,
as the water hugs the moon.
birdy Apr 2022
Your eyes oscillate towards her when we speak.
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