the newspaper
spread out
like a tablecloth
obituaries
on one side
comics on
the other
the dead
smiling the
comics tragic
black white
gray world
made of
fuzzy dots
an obsolete
medium ready
to line the
bottom of
the song
bird’s cage
snowy breast
fawn brown wings
a nightingale
whose love
call goes
unanswered
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2025 01:35
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