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Sep 2013
jarring.no melody.

Scarring.No reverie

Rotund.Not svelt.

Verbose.not soothing.

Coarse. Not felt

Come. A card has been delt. A farthing is due.
Pound of flesh or two.


Come.skip to his leu.a tortuous dirge.
Come to the very end of days.

Come children, no turn to return to. My child.

A lemming's trance . Dutifull ant by rote. Chant-like.
Forward to the witches castle. Then stumble.to the horizon

To the witche's castle.

To scatter there.Fodder held ******* to the wayward wind.
Hubris comes calling. Now falling
To forever or never.... forever.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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