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2d
at the edge of civilization,
no rank or status

his disgrace hung
in the center of a spiderweb
yet when he looked at me, my temper broke
with a sort of poisonous respect

in the hoax there was no clear ground.

He knew I was angry

I had to believe it again

the second exit
was on the rope none of us choose
Misadventures of Crow
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Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
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