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Endless Dark
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Endless Dark |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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 I awake to the sound of dread. Comes to me like something dead. Hands are moving on the clock. Better get up, check the locks. It’s nighttime, daylight is gone. Endless dark; death throws a bone. ©June 18, 2015 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Sometimes the dark is much too stark when you are home feeling alone |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hi Lori, yep, you knows whereof youse is talkin' about . . . ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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