from The way birds become homonyms: an aviaryJoseph Bradshaw
with my feathers entangled in your navel and then a place where there are holes a bird's glazed eye's as white as its flight. I see you see that you can only see a bird from the outside but have you ever glimpsed beneath the cloudy exterior? Once plumage is stripped it reveals almost nothing about skin but everything about its itch.
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