the bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him
I say, stay there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my hert that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there
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...and face <3
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i secretly wish i could write.
pft, add me loser butt
♥
:)looove you
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oh well, i am stupid so i guess it's cool
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Hi it's Rinat :)
add me? you're added!
and btw, very nice poem :)
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