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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

 
Written by AtoMikbomb
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