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Oct 2016
His Hunger

Dragging his hunger like thunder
deep into the September sky
holding his head up very high ,

Mocked by old lovers
that he once uncovered
hunger is his thunder
in the magic of time ,

He stands before me
like never before
I can see by the way he looks at me
he has started to change
oh, hear comes the rain
while we stand by the graves,

Sobbing in pains of yesterday's
howling coming form the wind
muzzling the sounds of the birds
that likes to chirp,

Dark Angel looks at me
telling me the loss of his panic
when drops of love was once among
but ashamed to love again
because it cuts deep within .


Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Darken Dreams
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
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   Doug Potter
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