Bird in my hand, I see you struggle, beating your wings against the bars of my fingers. I leave no bruises, break no bones. Your heart pounds against my palm. You don’t sing a note, but I know: I have already won.
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Christine Hanolsy 
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not only do you have the plosive alliteration with the b and p words. you also clear them up in the last sentence. Brilliant!
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That was only partly on purpose. 🙂
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Always a joy to red your gargles!
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Lovely, lyrical rhythm.
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bird beating bars bruises break bones. love the alliteration.
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