The collection of bird feathers are pinned to the wall.
You could name every single feather.
Intrinsically disbarred from man behaving like beast
has brought a woman to your side to calm the tempest fleece.
Your hair is no longer tattered
and you now see tall trees flatter
the gray sky in winter.
Her name is your name spelt backwards
because you rewound your clocks too many times
when those nights you sought for revenge.
Why must your heart beat when the love is lost
when she loves you more, she sees deep into your spirit.
Her soul magnifies unconcentrated lies.
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