wallflower: a poem

birdiefudge Poetry, Uncategorized January 2, 2021February 6, 2021 1 Minute

 you have to make them
 make room for you
 or you'll never learn
 how to fly

Published by birdiefudge

My name is Birdie, and I eat no for breakfast. View all posts by birdiefudge

Published January 2, 2021February 6, 2021

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