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bluebird died,he liked to drink from glasses so i left them,one was too shallow and he fell in and drowned
i buried him with his favorite plastic grasshopper he carried around,and in my favorite hanky
i think of getting a parrot, i wonder how this makes me feel?
why does it feel so bad to replace something you loved,hoping to love it with the same and back?
keep tucking my head in everytime,all of these lost loves and new pennies,is it still a true feeling when you do that? i wouldent know yet,but i see it with others and i cringe,i feel bad that one heart is clouded and the other thinks its pure maple syrup?
mom says you use them as distractions and then love,is that really fair though