i look at her
she looks at me
then i sit and ponder
“are we simply the same being?”
hell no.
‘cause she’s a damn bird.
i just made a scrambled egg breakfast for myself
and what can she do?
attempt to make a fake nest out of wall street journal?
i look at her
she looks at me
then we both sit and cry
about our depressing victories
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