these things flutter down from above
and come to rest
on me
they scuttle
and borrow
and then they scream
so i reach and put them here
through my fingers, they assume the life they demand.
these things flutter down from above
and come to rest
on me
they scuttle
and borrow
and then they scream
so i reach and put them here
through my fingers, they assume the life they demand.
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