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day 12

two ears
both black
sometimes hang down
never up

tail like a spring
twisted on itself

goggles for eyes
never blink
too close

if you close your eyes
you hear the sounds
of monsters, wicked
forest creatures
in his breath

stand far away
to see the rolls of flesh
like the counter of a bakery
flush full of goods
in the morning rush

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