“A rookery, long abandoned now, had been built inside my…” — Airing Pain at 14:04
“A rookery, long abandoned now, had been built inside my body. I don't know where the birds went or why one day they uninhabited, leaving only their barbed wire residues strung across the bowels of my hips, all sticks and spit, all hollows meant for holding something small, still desperately alive. I'm sorry, I'm…”
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