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and from the bark of the tree
where two branches met in a
scoop he pulled by colored
feathers a macaw, It was
dead. On its feather was the
hope of a child and spilling
from its crunched beak was
a vine of rubies and leaves,
coiling down upon a litigation
of sadnesses. he placed,
without hands, the bird back
into the tree and climbed
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