I have no name.
You're not a friend of mine.
At least, that's what you want.
Because you stay silent.
And I long for the bird at my windowsill, to stay.
Because for now, it is the only company I have.
but after I was done typing the above sentence,
I stared at my window once again- only to find that the bird has already
flown away.
just like the rest.
the bird must be busy - for it may possess other friendships,
ones that it treasures.
ones that I'd treasure.
You fail to notice the little kid and replicas.
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