Caleb Mohamed

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Fri, 23 Jun 2023 | last modified Mon, 27 Oct 2025
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Mouth agape by dying star,
And it glows red with raging swansong,
Bristling the rygo-sand,
Washed in awe: the young boy long gone,
Nestled in a weaving mesh,
Of pipes and tubes that make strong hollow bones,
And cowards face the wrath of giants boiling.

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