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The She-Whale
Gorged, full-bellied,
The bloated She-whale lies
On a bed of roses.
Thorns prick her sides,
But her lover
Lies
Heavy-lidded.
He doesn't see, and he doesn't fear,
And because it doesn't hurt (him)
He books another year;
But the She-whale
Floats
Belly-up to the surface,
Because he didn't catch her.
Tuesday 27th April 2021 1:33 am
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