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Starling

  • Writer: Nic
    Nic
  • Apr 4, 2022
  • 1 min read

Mistaken for a bird, but I

know better, see the stars,

what they've scattered over

cheeks, how they've built a

bridge between wet eyes and

clever lips; their light is

no different than The Sun's

clustered close like that--

how bright you shine, then,

how easily you take wing.

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