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DAYWALKER
DAYWALKER
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Ready to die?
I was born ready, motherfucker!
Come nightfall,
They step out of the shadows
Their kind choose to hide in.
For them, evenings are made for
Foraging the city for sustenance.
Warm, wet, red sustenance.
Aim for a vein.
Strike for a jugular.
Teeth first.
Their feeding frenzy brings
The number of people
E...
Friday 27th June 2025 2:52 pm
Our Valued Lawn
You only really win, having lost.
On the front lawn, all is identical until you notice it.
Every other blade you see its 50 shades greener than your own.
Those shades depend on light. Those blades gleam off light refracted.
Interesting...
Who has the light?
Every day you look, you stare, you glare
with a drink, with a book, with a chair, with a care.
Your care, carelessly, mi...
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