there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be sad. then I put him back, but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him die and we sleep together like
that with our secret pact and it’s nice enough to make a man
weep, but I don’t weep, do you?” -Bukowski

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