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An old infatuation of mine, that boy, that blue bird.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 45 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-01-07 - id: 2433303
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I.
Your lips
Are made
Of glass, blue
As morning rain.
II.
Beautiful blue bird
Droplet in my eye
What in thy song
Doth force me to fly?
And the pale secrets
From white feathers flew
Doth twirl in thy wind
And wings porcelain blue.
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