Birdie
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DreamCatcherA Story by BirdieCuts, scrapes, bruises. The smell of apricot air heavy, clinging in clouds to the limbs and branches of the fruit trees. Two pairs of shining eyes a.. |
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Listening to the voices againA Poem by BirdieSad Bird, People change and you can't do anything about it. Keep telling yourself it's not you baby, you know it's not. Nothing has c.. |
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BarefootA Poem by BirdieOn quiet nights I often go walking Bare feet hitting the cold sidewalk Without a sound. The city lights are bright And I can't see the .. |
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InnocenceA Poem by BirdieFour and blonde she blew the puff of a dandelion. Innocence on a stem planting flowers in corrupted hearts. |
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