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Haunting Scavengers
Haunting scavengers of my mind
culling the lobes of the grey matter
enjoying feast gathering the woolsey
buried in brine until the cuckoo sings,
"Maybe I didn't love you quite as often
as I could have"
Published 23rd Sep 2024
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