6pm, 5.12.12.
he put his hand
on my injured bird
heart where the twin beats
... the red berries and the broken
stem ... the holly wreath ... cast aground
and hung it on the frosted pain ... lit the logs
my claws and wings still bloodied from the fight ...
bedraggled and stuck together
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