Birds have no pockets, or hands.
Flight measures light, as gravity weight.
The fill of the oil lamps in wait for
The bridegroom is for the ground bound,
Dust-shrouded spirits of prudence.
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I turned my head to the right and saw Hunger enter a Bakery, her hair in long braids carrying the sleeping soil and the waving grass of the ...