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I shot a little bird in my backyard it was lovely how she fell as my heart beat I moved her to the fence away from my mother’s path after I dropped her there with red trails nestled between winding palm grooves I heard small chirps overhead naked and hungry and young
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
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I shot a little bird in my backyard it was lovely how she fell as my heart beat I moved her to the fence away from my mother’s path after I dropped her there with red trails nestled between winding palm grooves I heard small chirps overhead naked and hungry and young
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
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