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Like a bird watcher,
I had waited for a new season
To nest our words.
In the spring night sky
The burgundy inkwell
Called the night to him.
Her eyes were blinded
By the splendor of the quill
She came to rest
Into the shimmering nest.
Cruel. he picked her voice empty
Swallowing one word at a time
His beak bloody with greed.
Our day will never rise.
Our tale lies raped
In the blue sands.
Run my heart
Before the agonizing whisper
breaks it to ruins
Our day will never rise
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