16.xi.22
1045
3.319
the lives
of the animals
for ghost
writing
so bitter short sweet
as once were
so we are
flukes each
and some stay hidden all this time
primitive in fearlessness
equal but in fear
on last legs
all a mercy gone
religion will invent us yet
neither are we much aware
without though, who would know?
all fold down endingly
upon reflection
useless the pleading
the think of a fairer way
dinosaur in head
me among them
all to blame
imagine a better place
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