Mostly unfurnished and small,
your heart contains little
but a perch for you to roost upon
and a mirror at which you can focus
your limited attention
towards your favorite subject
with two dead eyes
while squawking
I'M A PRETTY GIRL
I'M A PRETTY GIRL
I'M A PRETTY GIRL.
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