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Edited Echoes


    Spill the tea, tipped up spout, stirred
    Friction mixes fiction into fructose
    Whispers pull expectant ears close
    Muffled message can barely be heard 

    
    Listen where truth and lies intertwine
    Hot off the press, a hopscotch 
    Pebble thrown, trending watch
    Manoeuvred over as squares  3- 6- 9


    Folded inside last week’s newspaper
    Transfer blur, ink bleed injury
    Tear away band-aid gingerly
    Atrocities reduced to peculiar caper


    Shrine to memory melts fact, flimsy
    Shadows spread black plague
    Smokey mirror, images vague
    Cloak and dagger funhouse whimsy


    Pressed for truth, tea bags shrivel
    Leaking last drips of drunk dribble 





          21st November 2024
           Written for Contest: 
     How the Echo Filters Reality 
         Sponsor: Di11y Da11y

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