The sweet scent of pancakes
wafts and flows through the
house.
Conquering the air vents,
it overtakes my olfactory glands.
Every drawn breath increases my
hunger, and I float down
on a dense cloud of pancakes
towards the kitchen.
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I saw a man
with two
geese in his
shopping cart.
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Hovering above the fountain
the ghost men come to
see, for I have seen a
light that doth shine
upon us all.
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