dark timber holds
dark timber holdsa doll a singed totem
smoldering for all to see
pixel by pixel
corridors of present worry
twist intent
forget logic
the madness sore tales provide
timber the foretold
the untold
the upcoming total
of intention
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-10-06 at 22:34
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