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is a storyfirst about placesof worship and winter’sverbosesoul like the cockatricecoming home toroost like a photograph aspires to distillfeathers fiery iwant to say i burned himselfat the stake ruddy rectrices upfrom drifting smokeaddled measurable jawn miserable i’ve beenunable to liveunder these conditions of resounding successof first impressionsproof of laziness i burned himselfat the stake no…