feather
feigned
laid down to rest
where the mountain scrapes the snow from its brow
laid down to rest
where the mountain scrapes the snow from its brow
sorry wails of the dead
brought home to the heart
of the cuckoos nest
portions of fear
parcelled long in their tongues
carefully unzipped breaches
of song
these
bleeding wounds
scavenging wolves that feast
upon this memory
evoke me to tell thee
that i love you...
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