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until the last wisps started their heartless descent
admitted by default to this curious flock
a sorority I never wanted to join
the red poison drips relentless
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The nighthawk captures my imagination, with its mottled gray wing with flashes of white, like a fluttering x-ray image in flight, it has me holding my breath, waiting for it to reappear.
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Nobody gets anybody back. All this time they're telling you believe in something better than the one you obviously loved. I didn't know you were lying for them. I knew they were heartless. That was the real obvious. We were in love. I could…
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