Owl
Walking down the sidewalk under the silent night.
I remember the owl with a body of a girl;
Watching the stars brightly shine.
Every feather on her is the sugar I adore;
Listening for my steps bounce off the uneven surfaces as I go home.
Sadly, I broke her wings, her smile, and all.
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I remember the owl with a body of a girl;
Watching the stars brightly shine.
Every feather on her is the sugar I adore;
Listening for my steps bounce off the uneven surfaces as I go home.
Sadly, I broke her wings, her smile, and all.
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