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Tanka #10 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems |
| | Tanka #10 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems Seagulls brazenly dive-bomb human intruders.
Somewhere Hitchcock laughs.
Claw. Beaks. Splattered red. Ascend gripping fleshy trophies tight.
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