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Apr 2019
Burdening weight slung across
a frame

Once-full corpses
now lay empty;
and hungry.

Often they make their way,
their way to the table-
but naught is moved,
other than tired eyes.

the living worry
while the dead thrive on neglect.
pushing their way out of shallow graves
only to balance [carefully] on the edge

when they fell;
the dead;
caught in a spider-s nest
cocooned withering and safe.
Hidden Glade
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Hidden Glade  24/Non-binary/Wherever You Will Go
(24/Non-binary/Wherever You Will Go)   
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     --- and Fawn
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