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Dragons Fly

Published October 16th, 2020 by Oldmenadmin


Sunlight shines through windowed wings over the sullen pond, 

Half-hid by its greens and whites.

Inhaling the scent of decay and death,

A stout body zigs the heavy air,

 To pluck something squirming,

From the glassy sheen—

And be off.


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