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Doves

April 11, 2013
By Proloquor SILVER, Senoia, Georgia
Proloquor SILVER, Senoia, Georgia
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When your elisions became
bigger than the four letters
of my name, bluebirds started
throwing themselves into our
windows with simple felicity and
when your short nails became
claws, tools wherewith to split
milk skin, doves started crying—
there’s nothing human about this.



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