Cup of my collar-bone.

When the skies opened their doors a feather dreamily landed in the cup of my collar-bone.

It floated through the rose garden of the Satan, and through the Play room of the God.

It landed and made no noise.

But it landed with a thud !

I locked it in a room behind a steel-door and decided to keep it there forever.

Now, where the feather once landed, I keep a key there, in the cup of my collar-bone.

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