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Power lines with birds growing on them
The Fall
The Fall
It all dropped a
way leaving the hole
to pretend its namesake's
leap never happened.
The infant wound squirmed,
the others clutching their
sides in pain,
startled.
Whispers.
Shh.
Huddle.
Cover it, but do
not let it heal.
06/03/09
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