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Jan 2021
Words are the feathers I stuff into my mouth
Sealing the tomb where I buried my best intentions

Like a peacock bereft of its feathers
All fluff and pompousness stripped away

When the truth is laid bare
It turns out Iā€™m just a skinny bird trying to find another mask
Scott Walker
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     Lily, Michael Perry and Galina
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