Black Wings and Pure Blue

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My sentence structure 

is punctuated

by you.

I see the world in words 

stitched together

by the years of me, 

thread through the eye of the needle,

one bruised finger at a time.

You ground me,

and still

my heart is a flight of birds,

unabashedly fickle against fixedness,

black wings and pure blue.

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