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Jun 2016
They are the revenants
Flung from the pits of her soul
To perish on her withered lips!

As her hopes descended
Through the stony hallways of his heart
Into a world of wrath and scorns!
Sru Wils
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       Keith Wilson, Kishamore and PoetryJournal
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