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BlueBird
Poems
Jan 2019
Fresh air.
The seasons pour out of my joints and run down every limb.
My leaves grow out of my eyes and mouth and ears,
The branches wrap around every inch of my soiled skin
And she breathes.
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35/Alberta.
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