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Sunday, August 23, 2009

A feather

She's hovering on crows wings,
Drunk, strung out,
A real mess of a thing,
The worst of the moments comes out,
Hair scraggaly and eyes a cloud,
She smirks a little and chuckles,
Watching her blood drip to the ground

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