klarchen I do.

I really do.

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klarchen In my dreams, I heard a bird-song.

It churned out sweet melodies like a jewellrey box.

And it spoke in the tenderest of tone,

"Sweet child, do not wander, for I am here to find you. Your tears are accounted for. You are not lost."
the birds oracle moment peregrine perched
high atop the bank tower at the center of the city

the thrill of the two-hundred mile per hour dive from three thousand feet

wings tucked tight
talons curved down to reduce drag

pigeon seeking missile

and the single drop of blood that fell from the sky to the ground at my feet

perhaps it was a sign
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