Hi, Gabi.
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time has been sewn into drapes
another year's grief hung in the window
as everyone waits with veiled eyes,
looking for the glare of wings
as they streak across the sky.
it's true, what they say:
the fire-haired angels are growing in number
steel and blood carving soul and voice
more words than muscle,
more heart than bone.
still, the
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