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- freyapayne5
- Jul 16
- 1 min read

the bird was wounded
three women paused uncertain
of their role in this wounding.
to cross over towards its dying,
to move it, to tend it, maybe to kill it cleanly.
or to walk past
its pain in the realm of other.
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