Howls

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There was nothing
  in it
     for me.
  She made sure
that I was fed,
     but that was all.
She could form
weightless
thoughts like
they had no effect
on the
outside
world. How could
              I burrow
like a nightingale
   and not sing sorrows
from the neck
   of something shiny.
Gravity was the only
   thing
      that really could prevent
fleeting.  Abandoned.
 There was nothing
                      in her song
                for me.

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