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oh, blackbird with a crooked wing 

all broken midnight feathered thing, shall you only sigh to sky? i crimp your caw to heart and i  long to loan you sting of bee and yawn of moonor paper dragon fire, the bold desire to build your           (wings)    self of steam.  ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dverse, … Continue reading

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… I have built my self of steam and fog and salt and smoke. I have known myself for years, uncovered by snow, thawed and waiting. I have blown wishes to an intricate sky and begged the stars to share … Continue reading

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