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Tangled Conceptions

Invasive
those cold hands
leeching everything
squeezes my heart
with slithering and twisting fingers
locking tight
no light
no love
just
carnivorous
darkness
bellowing for a feast
of the lonely

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I actually wrote this driving down the road going to work on the graveyard shift (I work a swing shift). I'm thinking about putting all these into a book. I feel my work needs a home. A home with a warning label. :D
I hope youi like.

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last updated 18 July 2011 - 10:58pm
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