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milner place | not hard of hearing

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not hard of hearing

i hear death
panting for its prey


said smily tell
with withered grin


what may i do
to drown it out


take steps i said
within your head


to where no shadows
fall on blood


where golden wine
flows in streams


macaws fly chatter
through seas of green


hear the wind
strum on pines


waves storm swept
by wild wraiths of birds


sit by the shallows
of a muttering beck


then breath of death
stirs not a leaf

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