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birds flew into the front room
through the fireplace
then suffocated and died
their bones withering at the hearth
on the window sill feathers lay
near you
cold tea and dry toast at your side
dusty boards about your feet
the tea cosy still warm
you didn’t much care for life anymore
the daylight was too far away now
as we sat
and talked
holding on tightly to all we had left
each other