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A Beautiful, Dreamy Poetry Day, MASSACRE!
Through your window, the puffed up clouds
And sun drizzled fields are beckoning poetic verse to be written.
Behind you, a gentle scratching sound distracts
But you don't turn.
It's probably that sneaky, little dormouse that sometimes visits
Yes, that's what it'll be
And yet...
...Is something staring?
Something glaring?
Slyly peeping
Slowly ...
Wednesday 1st September 2021 12:30 pm
Bed Of Bones
Come sit atop my bed of bones
With crimson hue
And darkened tones
Discard your flesh
Come join the rabble
For ecstasy waits
For those who dabble
I've cleared a space
Atop my bed
To lay your bones
When you are dead
I'll pick them clean
And hold them dear
Just so you know
'Tis only I to fear!
Friday 9th October 2020 11:33 pm
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