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poetry not world war three

al17-7

…

perhaps with a scratch
on a scrambled egghead

in a phantom passage
bricked like the it

when we see our own ghost
yet the tawny owl hoots

while the what’s unaware
like a climate changeling

with bright blue hair
in green jackboots

so the song is a swan
& this desk is his nest

…

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