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MULES
Mules
Shoulders sore, propped up over an internally burning stomach
Raw eyes anchored to keys,
Each digital page was a blanketed field surrounded by summits.
It’s no crowned jewel, although sometimes peppered by obsidian flakes,
Numbers indicating trailheads with the promise of mountains and lakes.
Following the spine upwards, eyeing the words down
Pages were the ...
Monday 30th January 2023 2:11 am
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