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Aug 2015
Skin soaks in sting until the burning subsides
into numbness.
You are king;
                               I’m a furnace.


Fallen thing, how you broke just a small
little piece of your wing
in the jump
from the bird’s nest.
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     effigydollhouse.wordpress.com ,  number 33
C Davis
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C Davis  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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