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Monday, October 18

lamb_waves

goodbye, in the shank
of the evening;
greasy wet meat and
steamy white tendons,
melted on to a squid
shaped bone. this is
from some Araby land,
so wholly devoid of mustard
and ketchup, that I think
they might be made up.

any way you cut it,
the lamb is still dead

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