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Aug 2018
The rain dribbled Down the window pane and pooled on the sill. In his hands beads of pills and from his back cocked the elbows of wings. They quivered from inside the seams of his shirt and he palmed his hand upon the window and it cracked and water stuck between the webs. He struck himself too, afterwards, the heat from the wound upon his chest as feathers got stuck on his neck.
Nekron
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   JL Smith
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