Black Birds

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Black specks
against an opaque sky

Consumed by wind,
thrusted forward

Hundreds of them
unified.

Not enough time to dwell,
to separate.

I wish to be
out there.

Carelessly floating,
unphased

Together swirling
above the chaos

Hearing nothing but
peace.

And quiet.





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