POEM: PATTING DOWN THE NIGHT DARK GRASS

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Every movement
Time steps
He gave a reversed curse

Seeing sideways in
Madness modes

Pollen chased by the wind

Every muttering
Trickle traps
Brought ruin coverings

Sharing sadness in
Many moods

People caring inside walls


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It took three dream cone
Days to resurrect

The dark buried song
When I chased a thought

What left the grave
Was death departed

What leaped was frayed

I took two muffles
So I didn’t
Scare it away


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