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The first gasp for air,
it wasn’t you holding me
as we danced under stars
It was my heart
under attack.
The sweet coppery blood
that pooled on my tongue
as I cried out in pain
so only the
dead could hear.
Leaving for work, the skies dark and full of promising rain, I took a somber moment to avoid stepping on a dead baby bird in the middle of t...
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