CAAAAW
CAAAAW.
LARGE clear pearl
puddles,
sticks
to eyelash,
spills
in moonlight
down
my
face.
I knew it would come
at dusk I heard a black bird.
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A place for word experiences. Poetry and plays by Christina Isobel.
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