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no blood no feathers
Appeared in the 1999-2004 issue.
and she writes me
about
the color of the sky
about the silence
of the aftermath
a body in an
intersection
no blood
no feathers falling
from the wings
of angels
death small enough to
hold
in her hands
and in this
infinite moment of
total clarity
she understands the pain
of being alive
understands the need
for it
and her sky is
all i see when i
close my eyes
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