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Pack-Man --

Who packed away

my beauty, consumed

my security, chomped

my belongings until

all that remained was

a hollow sand dollar,

a skeleton to hang

from your wall, a memento

of better times?



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As if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.

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