the name..the pen..the call..
pretty girlbecause i never called that person..
because i never described him to someone else..
i don't know what to call him.
that person is that person.
if that person isn't that person,
then who does he become?
does this make sense?
because i never called that person by anything, i...
just like a cuckoo bird cries cuckoo, cuckoo.
just like the lbis cries out its own call...
just like a bird, i called my name and cried.
pretty boy
pretty scene
pretty scene
the sisters
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