.
.
Darkness falls
As rain
From clouds
Of nightmare
Stories created
For the
Terror of
Wakeful children
Dissolving in
Grease traps
And culverts
And drains
Washed there
By Black
Ink storms
The poisoned
Mother tears
Swallowing
Liquid night
Craving lost
Mystery to
Be herself
As Oblivion
.
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Bear … 09.21.2015
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