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Nervda
Veering wildly from the path of narrative since 1999.
1.11.2007
Poetry 365: The Bird That Sings Dirt
is a bundle of gray feathers
stretched thin over hollow bones,
perched on the eaves
of the last house
at the edge of the brittle
winter woods.
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