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Jan 2023
You stripped the bones
then made a cage,
for the carcass and the crows,
but the soft eyeballs and brain,
in the dead lane,
were not the same consistency,
as butter at room temperature fat gain

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney
Universe Poems
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