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Yours, bird shadow
on a lattice crowned
crooked fence.
Mine, field of broken
glass glittering
like an ill-spent youth.
the sound of something peculiar
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Yours, bird shadow
on a lattice crowned
crooked fence.
Mine, field of broken
glass glittering
like an ill-spent youth.