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The Road was lit with Moon and star—
The Trees were bright and still—
Descried I—by the distant Light
A Traveller on a Hill—
To magic Perpendiculars
Ascending, though Terrene—
Unknown his shimmering ultimate—
But he indorsed the sheen—
 Jan 2015 db cooper
DustBall
You're the trickle of fear in my sea of doubt
You're the limp in the leg that once wasn't healed
You're the cool in the breeze that makes me shiver
What you are kills me without a sound
You roar and scream
As I pay no attention
Which doesn't mean
What you say bounces off of my skin
It doesn't
It stings and slashes deep
But what can I do, to make you stop?
Nothing
 Jan 2015 db cooper
bones
Age
discovered
a heavy
door
and gently
pushed
to look
inside
and as
it looked
it pushed
some
more
and I
ran out
of time
to hide
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