Wish

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What is in a whisper?
Lips disclosing
closing in on
the ear and skin.

Sibilants accentuated,
akin to a breeze,
the softest touch
of nothingness.
Is this your neck’s response?

The secret of magpies,
neither silver nor gold.
But nine birds
of both sorrow and joy.

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