Third Person Narrative

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Streaks on the marble.
He’s a grumbler, that one.
Teething and fawning
over yesterday’s blisters.
The drifting seasons…
The periphery dripping
into molten earth…
He captures the perplexities
of the modern age.
Lithe figures, assembling.

-r. miller

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