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Thoughts
sea shells
lobster claws
at hell
of crowing, cawing birds
in flight
swooping,
searching food shelves,
refrigerated cold, empty
water from the tap
like wet socks in a dirty hamper
yearning Gain
whilst quarters rattle
in an old spaghetti jar
I hunger
I'm starving
and redemption stares at bars
of puce behind gray slabs
on begging knees
I don't understand
chess, games
of skill perpetrated,
perpetuated
like a Monet
love castle-canvas; begonias,
hyacinth
and African violets
Written by Jacquii Cooke
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