Like birds soaked in rain
we no longer fly
We've forgotten hell,
but remember the sky
Bright fallen stars
hiss and sizzle as they die
What happens next —
you don't know, do I?
Shiver and chill
run through the world
Love is a bluff
or so we are told
A letter is lost
in the depths of my soul
The telephone rings.
Omens. Diamonds. Black coal.
Like birds...
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