My bird is
back, coaxing me up
toward new
gold trophies
demonstrating big brain fluff,
painting nice spirits.
My bird is
back, coaxing me up
toward new
gold trophies
demonstrating big brain fluff,
painting nice spirits.
Etudes, Idealism, Meditation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Safe Places, Shadorma, Spirituality
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