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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.

god'swife 31-Aug-02/4:59 PM
I love this poem. I think it's 'wood' not woods.




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