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Apr 2018
BIRDSONG
like a half-formed thought
like a
half-heard word
at the edge
of awareness
like a voice that called your
name but no one was
there
a mocking ghost of sound

h.f.m.
maybe it's not any of these that are wrong
maybe it's just me
Hannah Marr
Written by
Hannah Marr  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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   Jason Elliot
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