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when the moment came
the clouds scream
with disdain
the walls so bored
they no longer
close
in
all the dogs
disobedient
Mary Shelley couldn't
write a horror story
more real than
now
cross roads
cross purposes
cross to bear
thoughts eating away at
streetcars, the books of
Chaucer, eggs benedict
the fool in the mirror looks
back, smiles, and knows
more than God,
but less than
the devil
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