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7d
The dove lies split open, roadkill on black tar,

its white purity bleeding into the dark,

war has begun where peace once perched,

feathers soaked in oil, the asphalt’s cold hunger,

we name this wreckage progress, and drive on.
Feels like Friday today because it's a short week, tomorrow and Friday off...
Emma
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Emma  F/Malta
(F/Malta)   
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