Loneliness , a humid inferno of a day - without the promise of rain The hunted hid within tall grass writhing - in pain A drop of water prematurely called to the sky The stranger at the wood-line in the tempest twilight The safety of thick , homemade curtains with the ringing of chimes Tears 'neath the silken canopy of night Queer recollections serviced with anxiety The blanket persecution of unwanted notoriety
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