"Bring out yer dead, bring out yer dead!"
*cough, splutter, hack, thud.*
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YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Mind
PoetryI scavenge through sand Shattered shells Beneath bare feet, No crabs or shrimp dwell- In rock pools of shallow or deep, Pebbles shine soft Colours blend in No history found, Patience wears thin. Alas, it has been founded, A lost silver ring, Made fo...
Plague of silence
"Bring out yer dead, bring out yer dead!"
*cough, splutter, hack, thud.*
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