Mockingbird Dreams
What can she do, it's 12am:
a dripping faucet, ticking clocks,
mockingbirds mimicking crickets.
An elephant never forgets
these things and all that she regrets:
mockingbirds mimicking crickets,
a dripping faucet, ticking clocks --
What can she do? It's 12am.
[An Octo]
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