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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Biographical · #2246838

let's call this poetry

Vultures

They stare at me
Like a dying dog,
Alone in the desert
Of mournful imagination.
It's cloudy out here
Yet no rain comes,
Lightning and thunder
But no water to empty.
Will they attack?
They might as well.
Why don't they?

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