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I once had a yellow bird,

with golden curls,

and smooth skin.



I admired his bone structure,

his mind,

and his dedication.



But alas, a fool,

I turned to be,

Weeping so softly.



Tossed and trashed,

my heart always seems to be.

My wrecked body.



I grit my teeth,

Solemnly walking away,

from what I thought to be

my escape.