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superstition stuck.
Thursday, October 16
an unrelenting yelp
to each continuing vital,
a segmented survival
chirps by through
rule and rhyme, fallen
from your pen.
several great groans
to dryly cough beneath your
grip
so to steer opposite
the current,
so to find a
fingerprint in
the sea.
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