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clive barker's "the thief of always"
Dew nearly drowns the flowers
in the morning.
This pond is murky,
going deep,
its bottom a sight
one has yet to come across.
The Holiday House looms near,
beckoning:
"Come."
I run away from its
demons and spirits
into the mist.
Blind.
The dragon comes
And I scream.
Poetry by strangelady13
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Written on 2009-03-02 at 06:46
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clive barker's "the thief of always"
Mr. Hood's Holiday House
The night is foggyDew nearly drowns the flowers
in the morning.
This pond is murky,
going deep,
its bottom a sight
one has yet to come across.
The Holiday House looms near,
beckoning:
"Come."
I run away from its
demons and spirits
into the mist.
Blind.
The dragon comes
And I scream.
Poetry by strangelady13
Read 441 times
Written on 2009-03-02 at 06:46
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