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Body Separation
The Room

The blackbird, red of wing flew

as my eyes heard its call:

"over,

over."

And she would not return.

And she threatened with her claws. 

 

She sang the song fierce.

She sang the song stabbing,

through her partner's skin. 

 

And my eyes heard but the soul still

could not pull the blackbird back in.

 

How long did she sing; forever-

'til her red of wings were beat

Then back together blackbird came

to rest in my soul...

for now. -daw