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Illumined

Quiet
Phosphorescent
A cold illumination
burning just beneath the surface

Still waters with shining eyes
This tiny cavern holding secrets
A grave of flying things which never found their way out
and nowhere else to go

Crowded, confounded
Beating heads and wings against jagged ceiling rocks
Tearing both to tatters until they meet the surface
and sink to where there's just enough light to die by
Written by PierreTheMad
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