Today I burst into twenty-eight starlings that each burst into twenty-eight monarch butterflies and we all plunged deeply into the icy water of the sea and we never, ever, came back.
D.H. Lee

One day, one poem.
These are messages from the deep.
End transmission.
Today I burst into twenty-eight starlings that each burst into twenty-eight monarch butterflies and we all plunged deeply into the icy water of the sea and we never, ever, came back.
D.H. Lee

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