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Jan 2014
She never saw it coming.
Oh no, How could she have?
The girl in love.
She never saw it coming,
How could she have?

She was talking. ALWAYS talking!
God, why wouldn’t she stop?
He wanted to love her.
She was talking. ALWAYS talking!
Why wouldn’t she stop?

A parakeet, precariously perched.
Why did she fall?
He never meant for it to happen.
Precariously perched.
Why did she fall?

Pretty Polly passed.
Why did she leave?
Pity pretty Polly.
Pretty Polly passed.
Why did she leave?

Blood on the cage.
Why had she stayed?
He had never loved her.
Blood on the cage.
Why had she stayed?
Jessie Bowman
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