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Jun 2021
I remain the worm
no one gets me
only the early rising bird
that opens its beak
and swallows me whole
down the endless gullet I fall
not stopping
no chance to wonder
if life was ever truly fair at all.
Andrew Layman
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Andrew Layman
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     Khoisan, Weeping willow, hiba sajid and ---
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