“…When it lands on your shoulder,
flexes its wings, uncurls its tongue,
it’s origami come to life…”
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“…When it lands on your shoulder,
flexes its wings, uncurls its tongue,
it’s origami come to life…”
“You’re reading pages aged to the color of my wings…
…moonlight behind wispy, cirrus clouds…”
“…On a clear summer night, the wind keyed
across the trees, rolling the leaves
like a tambourine…”
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