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May 2014
The sky was blue.

The eagle swooped, swirling ,
In a lowering orbit
Circulating and preparing
To claim what has been left behind

I looked up
Waiting for it to dive
If I felt its claw
I may still be alive
Written by
Tahiya Nuzhat
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   chimaera
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