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Apr 2016
melancholy of a thousand birds
i trace my skin with bitter wordsβ€”
a shot of black espresso
the darkest burnt shade
of a ****** gone
cold.

oh quick, please pluck
my feathers, i
am dying, dining,
feasting on my
warm remains,
crying.
Written by
Al
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