this bleeding heart || poetry collection
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Last published Sat, Sep 25, 2021
in another life we were both angels, visiting a newborn earth; you picked the debri from my overlarge, ruffled wings, from when I dove too fast into the atmosphere and destroyed an entire forest in my enthusiasm
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