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hearme

burdens sweat
an autumn night
beyond the shift
were time
erased
forgotten now
the way it felt
to soar
the sticky wet
of birthing
was willing us
to die
somewhere lost –
far above the day
we floated
on a whisper
wrapped in ancient feathers
remembering
a time we dared
to fly

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