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Dancing With Worms
It's the season, falling from the tree
a broken twig of cold moon's bone
with the stillborn of an acorn
playing footsie to a wayfaring cricket
with a twilight karaoke bowing queue
blowing the cap off the acorn
waiting to blend in with the mulch
filling in the girth of a fat old beast
dancing with the worms of mendacity
a broken twig of cold moon's bone
with the stillborn of an acorn
playing footsie to a wayfaring cricket
with a twilight karaoke bowing queue
blowing the cap off the acorn
waiting to blend in with the mulch
filling in the girth of a fat old beast
dancing with the worms of mendacity
Published 13th Sep 2023
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