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yellow bird.
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.
