Feathers and blood matted his hair.
Her hands rough glass across his skin.
His ribs lunge out farther
As he inhales, exhales -
Each breath straining for something
He's forgotten.
Her hands rough glass across his skin.
His ribs lunge out farther
As he inhales, exhales -
Each breath straining for something
He's forgotten.
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