if this was back then, after i arrived
i would simply pretend that
i had lost my return fair
and thus, i would stay there
with you indefinitely.
i cannot do this anymore. oh, how much i hate
these f*cking new e-tickets.
The Myth Of The Wren
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Days ago, a wren flew into my parents’ housewhen my dad left the front door
open. The bird flew confused from room to room and never once sang. I
chased it...
6 hours ago
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