Blue Bird
What have I done to deserve the privilege
of beholding a majesty so pure? I
laid my head to rest, expecting no such
visit, to be sure. Yet here you are, coat so
elegant my eyes blush, such crystalline
azure. A demeanor surpassing elegance, an
affect so demure. Here one moment and gone
the next, what a mystifying blur. Only in my
wildest dreams could such a thing occur.
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