

the art of folding a birdso today as the clouds came in and covered the sky the birds all flew away in one fell swoop i found that my heart was the only living thing for miles so i took to folding a birdthe art of folding a bird
i took to folding a bird
and hour after hour it still hadn't flown away it decided against the rustling wind and it stayed perched on a mantelpiece, next to your face, there it stayed hour after hour, bird after bird, in they came hanging on strings under a grand chandelier catching the light like the birds that took flight to the sun a reminder that i could fly away but i stay against all that
| i'm a girl. |
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peace, bec xo
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