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Sep 2012
I caught a case of curiosity
and, digging,
unearthed a chasm.

are grooves on a record:
run your finger along an edge
and they surrender their story.

Hers were harvested
like culling from a cadaver.

were discarded
easily as a hunter
sheds offal from a ****.
Shane Hunt
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Shane Hunt  Saturn
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