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Bird, Cage, Boy PoemThe rustle of feathered wings winged things clinking metal rings.Bird, Cage, Boy Poem
Who shall bear the weight the cage the captor the capture?
Wings bleed the dying beads of relentless beak.
Stillness piercing. bleeding. Wedged and beating.
The settling jetty, plucked call feathered rachis fall.
so much better when the sun goes down?
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"DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms." - Hans Arp
You are one to watch, I believe.
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I'll be your left hand guide on that bitter path
away from the love of Heaven
aefyr.
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I'll be your left hand guide on that bitter path
away from the love of Heaven
aefyr.
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I'll be your left hand guide on that bitter path
away from the love of Heaven
aefyr.
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The horrors of a man cognizant of despair's ever-tightening volutions, circling the dark pupil of each watchful eye.
Hast du ein bisschen Zeit? Dann bitte -
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