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Birds drop dead at my feet I don’t know- if to die myself, or to give them life. Now I know that heaved wings look like Grey snows melting into each other Life vaporizes from the summer sky As a wounded dove trembles in my lap
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
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Birds drop dead at my feet I don’t know- if to die myself, or to give them life. Now I know that heaved wings look like Grey snows melting into each other Life vaporizes from the summer sky As a wounded dove trembles in my lap
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Rimsha
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
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