Flightless bird poem
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Concluida dom, jul 4, 2021<5 mins
CRED TO Adrey'sHornesHeart WHO WROTE FLIGHTLESS BIRD, A MASTERPIECE
This is a poem I wrote about it after I read the story :) Hope that y'all recovered after reading flightless bird btw xx
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