• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 05
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Til we tumble

I am the bird at the bottom, lie on me, I beg, there is no pain in it, my loves. I am the bird at the bottom, cannot see above, further than the bird atop my chest, I breathe, and breathe best when there is something pressing down. I am the bird at the bottom, there may be anything below, there is no way for me to know unless we fall, unless we all are tumbled. But til then, I am the bird at the bottom, breathing, breathing.
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