singing in the dead of night (Remove filter)
blackbird
i remember the first time i saw your heart break
how you held the tiny bird in your demure hands
all feather and splinters and shattered dreams
and the look in your eyes that asked me why we
had spent all night prizing recalcitrant snails out
of their sealed isolation and poking the terrified
remains into its eager beak while it was wrapped
in a towel of purest white and how i...
Friday 6th November 2015 2:56 pm
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