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Left every move uncertain Eerie malevolent phantom no proper contact of Touch There was no Howl nor sound people said he Existed Dear voice of Every child - Afraid of the Dark railing Broken cough Uneasy steps Reeling in as the Young moon draws water Thin Hands drive scissors Expression suprisingly warm mouth Drooling open Early when the moon was down Asking, will you take me home? shooting a Dead mockingbird
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
Mockingbird
Left every move uncertain Eerie malevolent phantom no proper contact of Touch There was no Howl nor sound people said he Existed Dear voice of Every child - Afraid of the Dark railing Broken cough Uneasy steps Reeling in as the Young moon draws water Thin Hands drive scissors Expression suprisingly warm mouth Drooling open Early when the moon was down Asking, will you take me home? shooting a Dead mockingbird
Let the dead bury the dead.
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watercaughtfire
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
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