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Dusk
At day my head motors, purrs, covers the ground, works
Come dusk my head flits, tilts, twitches, looks to fly and flee
The darkness, draws me, pulls me
More space, less noise, life brighter, sharper
Dusk, a mind switch, a chance
Wednesday 15th November 2023 7:05 pm
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