Smell of dull incense
Coiled in the dying-out street
Late passers-by don't stop anymore
Cackling at her offspring
Like a hen would at her chicks
She chides them into place around the table
I am a man of habits I got to this conclusion because I flash-realised that I am hoping that someone, someday will see the patterns the rou...
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