trying to get to the yuku board

i found this in the batcave.

footprints saw the always.
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you grab the feathers
and pull them to your chest.
one' caught, hangs waving
from the dark mass
a hungry beak, white as death.

my head is crocked
against sleep or crawling
into that need between
your arms.

i miss the moon
and what she says
it's always about what i miss.mess
strating requests on the
the most important things

like durability. the grade of leather
the extent of the swamp

there was so much i wanted to say
to you. instead i fed the feather
to a pillow