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Pennies (Working Title)

One by one
the pennies drop,
slot into place
with a flop
till the soft hum
of inner workings
aptly stops,
cut short by
steel strings.
Biting flesh
to core
till the sky
comes fresh
to meet your ascent
in soul, moreish.
Veridian shore
follow close at heel,
sticking to scent
till scent it steal.

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