untitled, a release
birds singing through their feathers
her heart in her skin's footsteps
will not remember where it once remembered
a shadow left lying to her breast
under trees she hopes to melt
though still on ground their stinging pelt
birds singing through their feathers
will not remember where it once remembered
like shadows, tongue's to be full u n c e a s i n g hunger
there is no way to this darkness
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