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milner place | en passant
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en passant
don’t go that road
said baleful archibaldthe dykes
are wick with corpses
and the ravens
fatif you get past
the ring o bells
where sup
the resurrection men
and lodge
morticians
with their half-starved nags
you’ll reach
the kennels
of the wolf-eyed dogs
that hunt
on nights when
moon is on the wanei said
there is
no other way
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1 Comment
December 5th, 2009 at 2:39 am
i love this of the old words we don’t know and the whispers of fate we fear
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