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Dimmer, Darker, How it Hungers

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Eqonosp

Published: Nov 26, 2014

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As the world grows dim
A hungered crevice calls out
For the pabulum

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darker dimmer haiku wordoftheday hungers pabulum eqo dictionarydotcom

Nov 26th's Word of the Day: Pabulum
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Pabulum [PAB-yuh-luhm] - noun
1. material for intellectual nourishment. <---
2. something that nourishes an animal or vegetable organism; food; nutriment.
3. pablum.

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