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I am like winter’s bluebirds surviving January instead of migrating to Guadalajara with kin to eat larvae & hover flowered women with ***** feet who breastfeed their babies with gelatinous eyes and coo coo coo, at the occasional sight of the bluest in flight.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
Winter's Bluebird
I am like winter’s bluebirds surviving January instead of migrating to Guadalajara with kin to eat larvae & hover flowered women with ***** feet who breastfeed their babies with gelatinous eyes and coo coo coo, at the occasional sight of the bluest in flight.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
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