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Oct 2013
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.
wren.
Mara Siegel
Written by
Mara Siegel  Atlanta.
(Atlanta.)   
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