Visit from a dead Raven

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Visit from a dead Raven

The feathers on my pillow talk on the screen,
Beauty and Beast in the night mold my dreams.
I know you read the signs better than me
Worlds apart had stretched my reality.
But I believe in your eyes and I believe in your hand.
My wings aren’t broken anymore they are mended
By the surprising soft touch of your palm on my face.
I felt the blood traveling, rushing under your flesh
My lips could sense all this life so young, so fresh.

If my brother died,
I am still alive.

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