Hello guys and welcome to my entry for the thursday prompt. I'm really loving the 5mins challenge has it helps my spontaneous creativity.
Sorry I came late to the party but here goes;
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Fickle sickle tried to pry the fruit from a tree so shy it only blooms in summer. Can't exactly place where this memory crawled out from but I'm glad mind is occupied.
Occupied by a lie that lives have fed from my harvest and men have eaten from my table.
It's a zombie land here, with children limping around with their ribs calling out for help.
Realized I never fed them, they only had left overs that muted my inhibitions of bragging that I've fed many.
This clarion call is my early gift.