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Minotaur
No one has come since the clock stopped. In this labyrinth of whitewashed corridors, And flies eke out their deaths on yellowed windowsills The Minotaur's heavy tongue lolls, |
Mrs. Thomas vanishes
Threading her way through supermarket crowds So she made herself a carapace from a stout camel
coat, She discovered that she could shout at people, Then her cat, ignoring coaxings and sardines One day, she peered into her hallway mirror |