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murmuration

thanks be like a blossom of sparks
on the cold nightwind

flowering like tiny paragons
dragons on the nightside

floating in the imperfect darkness
like a dream in nightflight

the bough unbent and rebarbed
for fight and the nightwing

escape from today into tomorrow
fletched for the fretted future

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