mockingbirds don't s i n g. by ShortAxel, literature
Literature
mockingbirds don't s i n g.
"I think. . .that I'm drowning."
Today was more about living, and yesterday was more about drugs.
I remember the first day you took me by the hand and lead me into the city, exposing my pale flesh to the world like a Broadway show in the middle of Times Square. The homeless in the shadows watched you spin me in circles, making me dance, and the rich children in movie-star clothes stopped in their tracks and dropped their Frisbees, while the famous in the limousines called the world to a stop.
Everyone stopped and starred with awe in their crystal eyes as you twirled me around your finger, dipped me into the Fountains of Youth, and held me
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