The Evening Post

Letter in your little lair, come caress my
fingers. Whisper your words, soaked in
oceans wider than my wounds.

Swans on sorry silver, flap off into this night
of Nyx.  Seek out the hungry thumbs that
gave you flight and love them once again.

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