Unanswered Calls (8.2.20)

 Rain kisses earth

Tears well

Grass is drowned

A strange

Familiar room

Echoes a song

The fan blades sing

In my head

In my deepest 

Of hearts

A flock of pigeons

Formation flying

A tree is buzzed

I am a pathological

Killer

Of time! 

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