Caleb Mohamed

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Mon, 10 Apr 2023 | last modified Mon, 27 Oct 2025
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Words are falling out,
Tumbled down and found,
Neatly in long rows encrusted,
Creaking at the cringing edges,
And with a little give they are pushed into place,
Snap.

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