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Whispers of the Night (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.

Footsteps in the hallway A door openeth Then closeth The flick of a switch And a shuffling of feet Then the wond'rous sound Of bountiful flesh As it meets a porcelain realm A brief pause A wail Then still The air is brown with sound.

Red_is_life 12-Jul-02/7:29 AM
Dark angel i think you dont ever have a clue about any of your poems what they mean I get the impression you are always taking the mick but you could be a talented poet if you put your mind to that instead of being so crass.




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