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Untouchable

A flesh fly was cast out by his tribe for he was seen sitting on the brim of a container containing nightsoil.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 2/6/2025 2:30:00 AM
Love the word weaving here and how you’ve delivered a very descriptive poem in few lines for your readers to see and grasp the powerful nature of how one feels when cast out or feel like an outcast! Sad for the fly as the tribe cast him out! Deep poem! Brilliant metaphor! Pleasure reading you today! Sending you light always
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Date: 1/17/2025 4:09:00 PM
enjoyed your poem, works like a metaphor sometimes,; blessings
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Date: 1/16/2025 8:25:00 PM
Although drty in their hearts people generally discard one caught while doing a dirty things.A metaphor relevant to the state of our society
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Date: 1/16/2025 8:12:00 PM
Whoa. I read up on these 'flesh flies.' They are as disgusting as they come. ~ Ovo Vipa Porous
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Date: 1/16/2025 8:25:00 AM
hmmm, tribal laws for flies!!
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Date: 1/16/2025 2:19:00 AM
- Disgusting flies ... you never know where they sit ... - A good example in your poem, Akham - hugs
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