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I am a chick You don’t call it lit But I read it. I am the protagonist The girl who loses part of herself ...
a Dusky Moor Hen drinks some of its home
sun after rain a fox dares me to cross her path
Outside the Library, the pigeons do to Redmond Barry what Ned Kelly never could.
in death she will leave the shape of a cat
little girl sweeps herself across the park a pretty burn of yellow cloth ...