PRETTY INTERESTING! 🙂
Tiny birds live in my throat,  settle into a cool place and sleep until they are awakened by commotion. Their wings beat against fiery walls. The Kafkaesque I drop from my mouth. They bite the air with bloody teeth and sharp talons that caress like barber blades,  surrealistic beaks and talons pierce the heart.  What is sacred I swallow.
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Thank you so much Jonathan.
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You is the Woman!!!! 🙂
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Beautiful, thanks for sharing Holly.
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