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If your breath landed
In the centre of my hearts
Seam,
Then mine is wrapped
around your very soul.
If birds sing to you
The language I cannot speak,
What then, made you stop when you heard my tweet?
Oh coloured feathers keep,
My heart from beating in my feet.
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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