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Christmas Comes In Barking Too
All that can hound you to your grave
howling and slathering
takes form from your mind
where the consequences
of your chosen path
pierce the mist step by step
You'd love to slam a door
like a human being would
but the hole you're in has no cover
unnaturally you'll scream for sleep
knowing your bad dream burns fiercest there
Could this tumbling world afford
respite for rabid creatur...
Friday 22nd December 2023 11:19 am
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