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Sep 2015
My love bird – a carrion crow
Who’s beak reeks of narcissus
           (the scent of thee)

Let me call the black rumble of wings
to fill skies and sheets
with the thunder of your feet.

           (Ah! Love. What A thing it is
           to be feathers on the wall
           and flesh in ice.)
Lysander Gray
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Lysander Gray  Citizen of the World.
(Citizen of the World.)   
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