Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration
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Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host
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Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation
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Soil fused to feathersSoil fused to the bodyLess than a statistic so are we
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Migration
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