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Like A Feather Fallen

Awash in melancholy thought...

Separate from her comradesShe cannot soar, like they doCruely detached and condemned    To drift Inevitably toward  The darkness of the forest floor     Alone and cold    With bitter sickness  Filtering into damp decay  The leaf litter begins smothering  ...