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October 23, 2017
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The bird’s sing—it’s our song.
You pull me close, but you’re still sleeping.
Sunrise peeks through the window.
My mind drifts. Silence fills the room.
Tears stream. My heart shatters when
our bird’s song ends—and so do we.






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