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a bird flew in just plain or gray it saw this marble smashed so gay coveting the shine it took a shard flew the four hundred wingflaps back and salivaglued the sliver of glass into its nest and it returned and returned until every piece burned glistening in the sunlight on its nest a bird palace a greedy queen saw the sparkling birdhome in the trees and claimed it as her chalice the bird's children limped and cried destitute on the ground, and some lived and some died while the motherbird's heart longed for murder... a chunk of marble, set free by potent wine, lodged in the queens cavernous throat, and her cries where piercing as a birds, as choked her last.
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