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NovHaibuno – 19

19 – Trickster about

Shot recovery
dishes and the sink is washed
she wants to sage it

Things keep breaking. It’s the way of the world right now. Acknowledged that it causes fall leaves to fall faster, hair to grow grayer, and assholes to take the podium and pontificate. The ongoing buzzkill is causing us to fester in our solitude. Starved for attention our inattention is roiling with unspoken vibe. And so the flies keep coming despite the attentive digestive juices dangling suggestively. The trickster knocks on the window and says “Hello”. Arms flail and fingers tickle my nose in the middle of the night. The haunt is some wandering woman, lost to time and space. It leaves them exhausted surrounded by sage whose scent comes alive in the rain.

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