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Why is it that the final poem of the book you're working on, the one that ties the
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A gull in Oban, August 2024.
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Lines That Didn't Make The Cut
Across the span, as counterpoint, a flock
of pigeons lifted into flight.
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Lines That Didn't Make The Cut
Desire feeds on what it finds, blurring
the borders of our narrative.