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Birds of Praise

BIRD OF PRAISE Sometimes The day is a mirror A window You can see through The pane You step into The open mouth of the city To feel Your skin in the rain Sometimes you can See your history A … Continue reading

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Flower Fruit

Flower Fruit   Here in the heart of the conduit Where I put the past behind me I take my own life in stock So I can move on with it, lock and key   I keep all of it … Continue reading

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