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Yesternights
Yesternights love
is the foil of todays
lunch wrapped loaf
of meat, no gravy.
Somenights joy
is the shrunken head,
voiceless by marriage
to beef stroganoff.
Leapnights star
is nowhere to be found;
not even under bridges
where trolls dine on your sauce.
is the foil of todays
lunch wrapped loaf
of meat, no gravy.
Somenights joy
is the shrunken head,
voiceless by marriage
to beef stroganoff.
Leapnights star
is nowhere to be found;
not even under bridges
where trolls dine on your sauce.
Published 11th May 2022
Author's Note
Personal angst. Just MEH.
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