[ ... ] I'm still compelled
to fear its scratching in the dark.
I hear the wind blow through that tree
and know it waits out there for me.
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A very dark poem.
@ 2009-07-21 – 18:16:07
I said "No." Darkness, fumbling heavy breathing. I said "No." Did you hear me? Were you listening? "I said No." Say it again? This time louder? "I … more
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