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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.

horus8 26-Jul-02/5:32 PM
once when i was doing a sick stint in the military. They kicked this "cat" out for rolling up his shit and playing marbles with it. His wails rose to the sky like key lime pie, they put him on 24 hour suicide watch with the bed wetters and sleepwalkers. gotta go time for tea




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