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They Might Be Here, Dear.
I am recalled, even now...this mind, as thin as it might feel...
within my skull
Oh...it's light as only husk could be
They know, they know
kneading so with bait
palms of ash, pleading
over flesh
and over
and over
It's coolest in the dew of night
They - their sickle-tongued gooey lures
tracing tours
contouring my impurities
I can taste the vapor
Published 27th Jul 2018
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27th Jul 2018 7:44am
27th Jul 2018 8:17am
It's coolest in the dew of the night ... splendid line ... bravo my poetess ...
27th Jul 2018 11:23pm
Heh. I see right through them too. The beams in their own eye crushed any innocence of intent.
28th Jul 2018 3:50am
Anonymous
28th Jul 2018 3:07am
AtoMik.. brilliant as always.. into the reading list it goes.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
28th Jul 2018 3:50am
