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Oct 2013
You don't even know how to swallow the sparrows
when you grabbed their dapper wings
did you?
You just grabbed and forced them down
and now they're struggling in your gut
wrestling to get out
and pecking up your maw.

Bet if they opened you
no one would see
a single bird
a single feather
or hear a single song
But they would feel all the hair rush out
as the wing beats just barely missed their faces
if they just
reached
out
they would catch one



but instead
they look down on you
the look down on me
and all they see is the ****** pink of trauma
Christine Eglantine
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Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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