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i dip the fresh,

fluttering feather into

the uncapped bottle

of ink,

black and blue.


letters become

words become

sentences become

true emotion.


from a small fraction

of another being's

dna comes a verselet.


my fingers,

ten in total,

five on each hand,

they tremble.


a tear drips down my

steamed cheek.

i light my match up.

strike.

the paper is singed,

ashes blanketing the table.


my verselet

is no longer

existent.

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