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Worst Nightmares
My cowl pulled down over my eyes. Dark as the windswept
sins, whistling from the nave. Coming up from the dark
gnawing the bones. Touched by the hunger. Eating my
prose from a brown paper bag. While scratching at the
mange of Little Bo Peep. Lost in her worst nightmares.
sins, whistling from the nave. Coming up from the dark
gnawing the bones. Touched by the hunger. Eating my
prose from a brown paper bag. While scratching at the
mange of Little Bo Peep. Lost in her worst nightmares.
Published 20th Sep 2021
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20th Sep 2021 00:41am
Oh my Dark Knight.. this is sheer fabulous.. in addition, I love the imagery.. enjoy your evening and stay safe out there
20th Sep 2021 00:44am
20th Sep 2021 00:47am
If that is your inspiration.. you have honored your pondering in great taste... very much so
20th Sep 2021 00:50am
20th Sep 2021 1:04am
No matter how or when you muse, you have always done me pride...continue on..
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- Edited 4th Dec 2023 5:45pm
20th Sep 2021 1:00am
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