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682

Without birds and bridges

human connections could fade

into forgotten lyrics

barely hummed,

boundaries only bind,

migration like freedom

map its course on paper

just paper,

balance a cheap trick,

Arch and Stretch

names we give pets,

liminal space

a dull edgeless ache

at the base of our sternum.

We could fall

into a chasm of sorrow

without the defining link of birds,

without the singing of bridges.

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