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Feb 2010
A thatch of darkness with pools if white
Two spheres and a glittering arching line.
Spasms in the stomach full of fright
Digging deeper into the skin of night.

They hear a ringing, ringing, ringing near.
Across dark silence within their space;
Pupils dilate to the singing leer
With broken breath reaching for fear

Response utter and whispering back
A ghostly apparition of demise
Promises of eternity black
Companions listed for a heart attack.

Then warned are forewarned and all is made fair
Listed fear the victim and themselves
The devil wilt rip thee spirit, and tear
On the death row of another’s dare.
Written: February 1, 2005 @ 12:57 PM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr
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