ghost flutter wing reflex
fist ripples in stoma/ch/asm
expectant in autumn air
rolling black backf/lip/ids
nocturnal spinning in which
a fairground is a waiting room
summer day flash flood
polka dot oil slick
heavy feathers treacle beak
in which the words are stuck
darkness rotates in/voluntary waltz
Sarah Crewe
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