its yellow beak pierces my soul and my blood sings
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Tag: memory
cargo pants and sushi at the mall
cotton night-gown
sheer enough to pull my eyes
she pulls the curtains and it’s blue
its yellow beak pierces my soul and my blood sings
cargo pants and sushi at the mall
cotton night-gown
sheer enough to pull my eyes
she pulls the curtains and it’s blue