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Poetry 17 lines |
| The chaos of splintered beak and wing. Through liberated shards Of broken glass. The crimson drip, upon tainted feather. Staining crinkled bough and heartless foreboding Sodden ground. Each proud beat, of downy plumes; lift hourglass eddies, caught in the clouds. A spinning, tumultuous, cage in flight. |