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LET SLEEPING PTERODACTYLS LIE Rusted scythe perched on a nail high up on a wall a sleeping pterodactyl. I can't stop myself touching it to see if it is - real. Smacks its lips laps up my blood from my foolish fingertip deceived by shadows. It's grin glinting the smile come alive. The ghost of a horse whinnies in the stable that's gone long gone the then merging into the now. Or maybe Mr. Death too tired to go on hangs up the instrument of his trade time to retire the old bones. “No way to make a living!” I back slowly away blinded by the sunlight that screams. . ."Run!"
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
LET SLEEPING PTERODACTYLS LIE
LET SLEEPING PTERODACTYLS LIE Rusted scythe perched on a nail high up on a wall a sleeping pterodactyl. I can't stop myself touching it to see if it is - real. Smacks its lips laps up my blood from my foolish fingertip deceived by shadows. It's grin glinting the smile come alive. The ghost of a horse whinnies in the stable that's gone long gone the then merging into the now. Or maybe Mr. Death too tired to go on hangs up the instrument of his trade time to retire the old bones. “No way to make a living!” I back slowly away blinded by the sunlight that screams. . ."Run!"
donall-dempsey
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
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