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Nov 2011
Language lives in the dark
Words on my tongue
stories of the streets
The alleys undone

Voices leak in the corners
Conversations resume
Torn between gaslights
Thick as blood, neon, bone

Steam echos the ghost
Fire. Moonlight. Escapes

I've placed Rumor to bed
as Night fights to give birth.
Alison MacNeil
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Alison MacNeil
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