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May 2022
a magnet, with little wooden posts,
and little wooden birds. they sit
stagnant  still  perfect
clay maybe, that stuff from walmart that never dries so you have to cook it in an oven
they never grow old  or weather  on my fridge
ill polish them, make them wish they could sing
avery
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avery  19/F/under my bed
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