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Mar 2019
you wanted me to hate you
when you know
It's your comfort that I seek
now in my hands, this small pebbles
will be given to your name

though I was not a bluebird
and I cannot sing your pretty hymns
me, the little parakeet
I cared for you so deep
I am not your friend.
Tint
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   Mysidian Bard
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