Jul 2017
Smashing the bluebird to wear his color in my wounds
Feathers like fingerprints washed out to sea
Let his beak peck away my aortic
The rifle rests at my feet
Feathers like fingerprints washed out to sea
Let his beak peck away my aortic
The rifle rests at my feet
(45/F/Michigan)
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