Poem -
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Tonight I'm on the hunt
Not sure if my ancestors
were warriors, mongers or whores
but there's something in my blood
that keeps me awake
in hope of my muse descending
like a dove before
Cinderella get's home,
wrapped back in
to the crocks and rags
of glum-mundane daylight
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