i heard a dying sound
when i walked into the room
and your breath was shallower than mine.

i could not tell if you were only sleeping
because we're not used to dying around here.

so sing, lark, sing of signs that i know, please
oh please.
or i will keep you here, pinned to the wall
wings splayed, so i can say we are safe,
and know that we are not.

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