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Small Birds

i.
 
the sky holds our lust
 
 
ii.
 
clouds float by
like bits of soap
in a bowl
of the bluest water
 
 
iii.
 
gather in the mouth
to record this violent passion
 
 
iv.
 
we are small birds
sweetly drowning in it

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