The Blue Jays are Singing
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as the blue jays gave me signal that
you were gone
my lungs crave the air they've been breathing for the past
three years
and i reject the temptation of my
desperate legs
to follow you into a world i know i will hate
a world where you do not think of me
- where are you going / are you coming back
* * *
when one goes through trauma, there are always three stages:
the breaking
the healing
the remembering
my job now is to put your thoughts on paper
here is my work.
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