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Shadow's Stride (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera

I shred tears down From crimson eyes And whittle some fears Into lies, I know It's you Grounded latches catch And fetch me in the dark By the ankles While I stammer there Clouds wound round Your hair Are darker to me Than all the shades In this black room

Paul S 1-Jan-06/3:51 AM
Should "shred" be "shed," and "whiddle" be "whittle?" confusing.




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