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I played with words
much like I fed the birds

    one morsel here
          another there

then suddenly became aware

they pulled together
     and made sense

have been a player ever since
Poetic T Nov 2017
I never drank out of my
                        empty vessels..

They were expendable

Instead I put Ketchup in them,
            my chips diving deeply.

Every so often a chip would sink
       into this cup sinking slowly...

Only to be found once the potato morsels
                had clung to every tomato..

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