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when no one is watching i take this mantle of battered, old feathers drape it over my shoulders paint my eyes kohl & fly over the city where no one can see me in nightsky ebony crisp air razorsharp my closed-eyed face i wish you could follow but... it is impossible crow head filled i tumble back home
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Oh, I love the imagery of this one so much.
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I appreciate it. 😊