The beating heart of a robin

The pain at the back of my skull

isn’t a knife, it just feels like one.

Like the beating heart of a robin,

like the grey skies blocking the sun.

I just feel it and hope it will fade away,

I just feel it and remember tomorrow is another day,

I hold the robin in my hands, gently,

I remember everybody’s got one.

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