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silvermane (0513/2017)
a shuffle against the fence
in alleys overlooking
the potholes where the world once filled
and now,
age measured in silver teeth and winters
the season of harvest for your kind
grey-feathered and stronger every year
but more alone
weighed down with the unmarked graves of Us
though fewer
we are never smaller.
Monday 22nd May 2017 5:39 pm
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