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 Mar 2024
devante moore
Were they startled?
How quickly they departed
Feathers now occupy the space they left
Gently falling
Like confetti
The sound of their fluttering wings
Like heart palpitations
Quickly fading the further away they fly
Silent wishes for them to return
But their disperse
Let’s me know it’s not safe here  
Should I flee
And escape the dang- “come back to bed”
She tells me
Before I can finish the thought completely
Just this last time
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