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i sometimes think i'm in love with the bird-boy who pecks holes in my wrists and puts pegs through the fence (to keep me close by) but bird-boy is so young and so sweet with clear eyes and no clue that i think i may be a wren.

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Written by

mara-siegel

American

For You?

Written by

mara-siegel

American

Published: Oct 22, 2013
LinesWords: 1148

Notes: wren.

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