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birdy Apr 2022
a myriad of moths drawn to her hair
glowing as if godly somethings, it should bear.
birdy Apr 2022
Iris framing a soul's song,
a black pearl for which I long.
birdy Apr 2022
The pleasant chatter of the birds,
the mellifluous cries of the herds.
birdy Apr 2022
Here I lay in summer's wake.
But truly,
I died that day
out at the bay.
birdy Apr 2022
it is not
'us versus them'
or
'you versus me'
it is us against the problem
which you fail to see.
birdy Apr 2022
that crescendo
and then quickly
die out
birdy Apr 2022
Your hand shakes
lips quivering
beginning to form a word.

But the disease washes the 'you' away
leaving me wondering,
stuck,
alone.
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