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Jan 2017
From the corner... dark.
All yellowed teeth,
Β leering eye.
A thing designed..
to steal your mind,
And break it all to shards.
Then take what once was you,
and feast upon your pieces.
Beneath my willow weeping
Written by
Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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   Doug Potter
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