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Out of Body

I lie so still as I leave my soul

tranced high above my shape

as birds scream out their final chirp so winterized,

and the panes go dark

A fingernail-cut moon

scratches into my silence

I lay

beneath the drip of a star

drinking in spring

and watching myself

from afar

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