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  • Every morning
    and every night
    the little bird came to her window.
    She came to depend on the friendship...
    at times, she felt, a little too much.
    She worried that one day, the little bird,
    like everything and everyone else,
    would fly away.

    She tried throwing rocks at it,
    to beat it to the punch.

    The little bird
    never flinched...
    It fluttered
    and alit
    upon her shoulder,
    where to this day,
    it stays and whispers,
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