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Sun, 09/01/2019 - 02:34 -- CH

Two young ducklings swam 

In a river bathed with red

A river of blood

Their pitch silhouettes glancing off the water

As shadows, as shapes.

 

Across stones a foul bird crowed

Mangled and stretched

Sprouting limbs of tarantula 

Laying in waste and smelling of rot

Bathed in red.

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