heres a poem I wrote, it is part of the mamma comic I am writing in my spare time.
bird. little,
legs. knees
perch on a scratch – black
lines.
blink, a dark scream
a golden dream withered leaf.
It has a room for me.
without time I see the spaces between.
I, know where she goes, the wings
beat a slow rhythm so,
when others have to wait. I. can,
follow.
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