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chillin air like friendship waning mottled sunlight falling flaring leaves blackbirds covering oak’s spreading branches restless guttural cacophony compelled to move towards endless summer as though they will never die mass of black wings flapping bodies rising leaves floating up instead of down receding into swarms of insects stinging the tender skin of sky I resigned to watch and stay moth-balled parka airing on my line
Blackbirds Massing
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