To a certain bird
A rush of silverWas your final gift to me.Then awful silence.On the step, your eyes slid shutAs my heart begged you to stay.
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early birds it is morning now, at least according to the schedule roughly tacked behind the service desk seven birds nesting in the half-lit letters K and O peer down as if measuring me for...
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