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The Vague Whelk thinks sometimes live here. Some of them are thanked out of a slippery.

The Scramble for Distinction

I am not a scrambled egg. I am quite clearly whole and visibly separated. My lumpy parts are neat!
I think
Look at me from no more than three. And you will see.
Others may be merged in, yes.
Or far away
They melt into the scramble.

Here I feverishly grippe and cling on to my crudely constructed self and purpose like a dry winnit.
Scrambling apart.

fin