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as he walks into the station a bird lands at his feet "It is you", says he in fascination to the creature white and sweet "I remember you from long ago, you were my friend as I recall closer than the ones I know a part of me, a part of all" "We grew apart as time grew slow I tired of our conversation I ask you now, I'd like to know your stance on life, my situation" the bird watched him so silently nodding, walking, as they do regarding him, then finally pecking wildly at his shoe "you have never said a word I tried and tried to force you to" this did not seem to touch the bird which flapped its wings with much ado "I've heard them speak what you don't utter believed the lies and sung the song at times I felt I ran through butter transforming so I may belong" "but please just tell me one more lie so I can see, so I don't die I would prefer the shame and fear to what I see and what I hear prefer the terminus 'damnation' to knowing there's no destination" to his suprise thus spoke the dove: "prepare yourself, receive my love" the bird plucked from him, with full force his eyes, his hands, his question's source his lovely form, his gifted skin gutted by its hatred for him a train departs and wind blows through white feathers soak in bloody goo the people gather and they hiss "peace is but another broken promise" a man dies with 10 words to moan: "i'm sorry lord, for building something on my own" 09.08.23