
These Maroon Feathers
I find myself in a shrubbery with outlines and I don't think I had fur (or hooves for that matter) when I fell asleep last night.
I've always wanted a new beginning, sure my life so far has not been bad at all but I feel as if there has always been something missing, to think all I had to do was slam my face into my keyboard, fight my cat and go to sleep in a bed that hadn't been made in four days… the universe really does have a sick sense of humour.
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