To look upon grace
Within the wavering hours
Of a rabbit run its course
Is death without shame.
Within the wavering hours
Of a rabbit run its course
Is death without shame.
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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