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Why would I write a word when a word is not read. Be ambitious, the parrots repeat, be ambitious, their feathers crimson. Bloodbath. Depression. Burnout. Black liquid, ink pouring from the wounds. Stains on paper obscuring whatever it was that you needed to be said. “Chat soon.” Another part-time lover messages. Chat soon. Words shouldContinueContinue reading “Parrots”