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The Stifling Moment (Free verse) by vulcan

The primroses'delirious scent, Stale food's stink, Father has hanged himself Amidst the chairs' stare. Like you come to a moon-haunted woods All living things(as in conspiracy)hush.

Ming T. Merciless 31-Aug-02/3:06 AM
I agree with Mojo, an air of ambiguity leaves asking why do I find this seemingly morbid piece so enrapturing




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