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The Firebirds

Rating: 4.8

The bitter smattering, the cold, stagnant icicles
Of the iron birds, their rigid wings
Descend like anathema
Upon our sun-caked heads,
Our firebird souls—

The Fritz’s stiff storm cloud, mechanical rain
Shield the sun, their livid lightning
Lingering like irony
Over our bloodshot lips,

Our firebird fists—
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Declan McHenry 03 March 2007

Vibrant Jonzo.

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Goldy Locks 03 March 2007

lead drizzle. livid lightening. Riveting. Set the tone. upon the knolling crest. descend like anathema. lingering like irony! over our bloodshot lips. you & Sophia, quotable poets. SusxGLx

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