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Jan 2012
Cold blue delicate wings
spread lifeless on the harsh gravel,
marred by the slightest human touch,
crumpled and torn by a tuft of April breeze.
This regal creature now rests
amid the brass of old bullets,
remnants of a hot violent explosion now cold.
Elizabeth Milnes
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Elizabeth Milnes
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