blue jay at my door way
Why do we want blue jays at our window and sand beneath our feet,
fairy tale ending and tragedy on our screen?
Disillusion at it’s finest in a young girls heart becomes her reality with weaknesses and then the true blue heart.
Blue jay at my door way, do please come again, visits from you do make my orange moon bloom brighter than before.
maybe the same reason that would make us capture a butterfly and pin it to a corkboard. to admire its (broken) beauty
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You are wonderful. =)
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