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May 2013
Fumbling, tumbling
she stops.
Pauses while eyes light up,
care ripping across her forehead.

The feather is smooth on the skin,
and enjoys the attention.
Embraced by new movement and warmth,
a new home is found behind the ear,
in a tuft of dense blue hair.
Written by
Palmer Foote
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