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Tuesday 15 October 2019

Impaled

‘neath lupine moon in deep of pale
I hear flailing souls writhe and wail 
miasmic iced-chill
down my spine doth spill 
nightmare shrill ~ fear impales  

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© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry


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