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Inner Voice

Nicorates warned me about you

not so much with words

more in dubiety,

a clairaudient hesitation

 

imagine an experienced woodworm

widely travelled and well read

making peace with a cluttered desk top

within which it now dwells

keeping it right, advised

 

that’s kind of it, really

suffice to say, Nicorates is rarely wrong

◄ Death In A Lunch Hour

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