'a lonely child who believed death clean and final, not this obscene bundle of stuff that dropped, and dribbled through the loose straw tangling in bowels, and hopped blindly closer.'
The Barn Owl
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you are my muse,
my reason to be.
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her fingers entwined with my bones,
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your smile disembowled me.
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