They Ask Me

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why the newflawless birdswired to perfectionwhose beauty song flight lifthover settle youcannot tell fromthose not coming back are not thesame, whosefeathertips shineas if in the old sunlight, whosespeckled wingsmottle further withperfect shadow-speckle, whose necks havethe sweet up/downjerk of worry, whosethroat is made to throb so slightlyas was the casewhen song wasexpelled why do they not […]

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