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Dec 2015
Wooden skeletons
Silhouetted by unblinking eye
Somber light obfuscate
through ghastly spirits
The smell of bemired mother
frondose shallow graveyard
Winter is near.
Originally this was a simple observation of a chilly Autumn night. Then, as I was looking over the piece, I glanced to my left at the copy of Jim Morrison's "Wilderness" on my desk. Needless to say, the poem took a different shape afterwards.
JR Rhine
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JR Rhine  24/M/Lexington Park, MD
(24/M/Lexington Park, MD)   
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