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Black Birds

They flew down From the branches Black flames falling and Blurred Over our city A less vibrant hive in rubble we pick through the crumbs or hide No shock Cutting through Tangled in my hair These wings burst from my head Cawing a twisted face

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 11/12/2018 3:23:00 AM
o' bird its you, come, fly away but I can't touch and grip you in my heart /// nice poem
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Roberto Sciascia
Date: 11/12/2018 8:46:00 AM
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Date: 10/30/2018 7:21:00 PM
Nice perspective Roberto
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Roberto Sciascia
Date: 10/30/2018 11:29:00 PM
Thanks Jay

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