Thier inky wings tore a hole in the sky like two somber eyes glaring down at me. I was so moved, like an mumbling insomniac who has found the full moon for the first time. A sleepless shipwreck seeing the cold blue glow through a smoke stained window, through film covered eyes, through this pulsing air. This sickness is doing nothing for the
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