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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Red Bird



"You are the dark
  Made of scars, but healing,
  An image reforming . . .
  becomes love.
     meets demons,
        resists temptations."

So I make my offering,
  And pour it into your heart.
    How could you not notice?

You turn,
I look,
   at the fire in front of me.

Sparks fly up
   and like a red bird,
     become lost.


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