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ILLUMINATION

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A poem on eavesdropping

Photo by Jeroen Bosch on Unsplash

Eavesdropping used to be fun a while back,
My mind slurping on other people’s drama
like a child sucking on a mango seed.
Maximum juice extracted, and then injected
into my imagination of their stories.
Ah, the webs that I spun…Charlotte would be proud.

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