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Oct 2019
In ghost-like melts of hidden spooks
the apparitions are frightening themselves
never firm or solid their words wails from nooks
with no substance in empty souls pained minds doth delves
tormented carcasses in white cloaks twirling angst on life's hooks
mad servants in obsessive arousal tied to darkness in vacuous shelves
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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