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Nov 2021
he gave me silver
beneath the fullest of the moons
i began to repair
from deep within
right there as i stood
within the darkness of the night
having nothing to do with
a soul.
no soul night is a night when everything that is no longer necessary is cast aside and shed for good, a night where the worms and the slugs come out of the soil and move to another part of the soil, leaving space for something new, where souls are not something that one has, but only a human as a whole person without separate parts standing and declaring themselves as being so.
chicken
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chicken  United Kingdom
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