a hawk landed on the branch in front of my bench staring at me with its head cocked to the side
not knowing what it wanted i just told it about you and asked if it could pass my love along for me
it flew off to be replaced by three fat little squirrels eager to hear the tale of the fool mad with love
they chittered as i spoke and as soon as i finished darted back into the trees to spread the word
now i sit in the airport terminal spilling the same love heedlessly into the aether hoping you hear
surrounded by people yet so very alone with my emotional baggage taking up the seat beside me
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Emotional baggage ❤️
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Around my neck now
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You have a life alert?
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Sort of. It screams an alarm and says Do not resuscitate on peril of death
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Hm. I will attempt to head your wishes 😢
Some people like mouth to mouth yanno 🤨
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we can pretend, I’m okay with that. Few dozen trial runs, see how it goes
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🤔 okay!
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💜
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I’m also not going to head your wishes. Sounds a little overboard and etc.
I will heed, head with have to bide it’s time
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Wait. Heed. Not head. Ugh.
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It would be terrible to pretend to head anyway 😂
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Hahahaha
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