My kin, my kind, my past souls. I yearn to take them, catch them, you are not forsaken, return dear ones. I don’t understand, do they, or are they flocked, a murmuration of my ancestors, my beautiful starlings, I believe they go, in body only, they must, I must believe and trust this is so, for my heart breaks for them. I think of them, I cry for them, I want them back where they belong, where I belong, home.
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