Aug 30, 1998

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Blue alligators
Tremble in the
Abstract waters as the
Elderly cannibals
Detract from the
Carefully, they follow
Creeping ever so softly,
As to ensure
The content of their
Can you hear their
Beaty eyes?
Can you taste the
Lack of fear in their
Softly beating hearts?
If you must go,
Then you must,
But always know
Where to find
The bellowing echo
Of a dust trap
In the wind.

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