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Aug 2015
We drink in the darkness
until our poor necks
slinky down our chests
then hit the quartz floor.
We reach for the door only to have
the caves mouth swallows us back in...
dragon teeth stained with fresh skin
shone through moon lit cracks
of a boulder blocked exit.
My girl gripped my hand
as we pondered our next plan
there's no time for a nest egg
oxygen running out in a dead sprint
no phone batteries, ***, towheads, assists
We bowed to lizard majesty
with the lesser misfits
In this skull and bones tragedy,
all makers get met.
Exploring terror ridden territory,
a strange place for lovers.
Written by
Jabber Alexander  Boone
(Boone)   
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