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A Pigeon Heart
You have been going to that place and disguising your face, your actions are slick, and your motion is distinguished, you have been coming and going for a long time and disappearing in broad day light and in the dark without leaving a trace of evidence behind to comfort the divine. Every day I ask the same question, is that you? and then my adrenaline race and my vein began to vibrate. I said to myself how could you be in two different places at the same time, and I think about it thereafter with lots of questions bubbling up inside. It is the male perfume that sometimes gives you away, the smell takes a long time before it fades away and the fashion that you wear highlight your innate desires. Sometimes it gives me the creep when you are so discreet, you spend Christmas at home alone sitting on the ground and staring at the lighted Christmas tree, what mystery surrounds you what legacy awaits you; to stay in the game you have to pretend to be insane. You could be anywhere like the troll hiding under the bridge and frighten the children on their way from school. Morning has come and gone leaving me staring in the sky watching the thick clouds rolling by and the cars running up and down the street with a banging sound that vibrates the entire ground. I walked around the place looking for something concrete to hold onto, but your image is always there, and the birds keep flying to and fro with whispers of the man and woman trapped on the bed and how the heavens watched diligently over their head. There is a strange phenomenon budding on the vine and the men on the railway track are standing in line, they are getting ready to protest low wages and company benefit. I immediately clamp it down with a bugle, a drum and five pounds. The fields are thick, and the profit will make you rich. The design has broken the ice and the color in the sky spreads out over the ocean water. When you come here next time you must confront your destiny and face the divine. The man on the corner has a pigeon heart so careful of how you negotiate with him he has committed a terrible sin.
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