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seaTurtle Xpired/seen
wha'd'ye know[of] death?
buz
zard[s] wait in the air
above th'beach, wait/wait
[font=Courier New][in]patience
to dine to feast [ undistracted by
my
idiot proximity ]
on
remnant flesh,'body' already a
turpid
citystate of unseeable
minions
following thee scent of nourishment, as
eye'I
standback far enough as
not
to know th'poor discomfort of my'own
wretchedness
retching (itself) over thee realife
visage of [a]
[[self(ish)fascination]]
realdeath ---
more'n a week has past/passed'away...apparently
buzzard's deed[s] is done, but still
the buzz of flies flying/alite'ing,
tasking to an unimaginable(o!recycling!)
cleanup---
some proper humanAuthority has spraypainted an
X on the barnacled hull which long protected
It's 'being'
[thee X]indicative of 'what' i sure do not
know, just asmuch as
wha'd'eye know[of] death (?)[/font]
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