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2019-02-04
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just the right size to hold up against your chest
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dim in the darkest part of the night
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watching the shadows of the tree branches sway
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as beyond the veil they twist and turn and play
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your fingertips brush my wings absentmindedly
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sitting on the couch, alone but together
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feather after feather after feather
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and you and I fight
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tussling, disjointed wings wrapping around everywhere
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a flash of fabric- I'm zipped into a bag
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for a split second before I disappear and reappear elsewhere
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I sit alone on a stool
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staring out the dining room window at midnight
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human form, human eyes, human mind
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who is this person who's discarded their light?
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there still remains a certain radiance to my skin
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divine spirit rendered flesh, after all
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but there remains an unsettling sense in that
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one friend can take yet so many faces
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how far one deity can fall!
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you love me no matter what form I take
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hanging in the air, caught in a tree
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a light in the darkness
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a warmth in the cold
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a heft when all gravity is gone
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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