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Rio: Fear and Fury (part 2)When dawn it Matthew awoke... First thing he thought about was Sin who was still unconscious from the previous day. Matthew didn't have the strength to fly him and Sin over to where the flock hangs around because their destination was at least an hour away and even he didn't have enough strength to fly himself anywhere.
"Great! Just great! Now what am I gonna do? I'm a flightless macaw trying to fend for himself and the one who he cares about!" He starred awhile towards the ground and wondered if he could glide them both down and perhaps carry Sin and walk the distance. "No no no! It's stupid.... Plus the dogs might be waiting for us! Ugh... But I have no choice!" He looked over at Sin and started remembering the night he laid eyes on her... His worried look faded into a smile from the memories they had spent together. "Just before you think the darkness is gone it just gets bigger... So... I'm just gonna have to burn a little brighter" he clutched his talons around Sin and found enoug
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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