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[concretekiss]

A bird's home sways
like gypsy hips.
Within its walls a strand
of my hair was woven
with your cardigan thread
A coastal sigh set
metronomes into motion.
Fledgling robins stir
& rock in cradles. Their
breasts flush, fevered
from dreaming us.

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twist the knife neil

[flightviolation.livejournal.com]

aw & she has a nice low alto like margo timmins. yes Mass Transfer, later in tha week after the butterfly project is turned in.