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Something
It has become an incorrigible habit
doing this, an innocent addiction
folding ashes to elegies,
pages fluttering to dust
twisted inside,
slow parching of the paragraphs,
I consume prose and set it alight,
a morbid obsession,
a novelists jealously
but don’t jump to put it out
cast those ashes,
let them call me
to tacit thoughts that cannot still-
feed my munda...
Wednesday 8th April 2020 4:21 pm
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