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PAPER PURSUIT
Just another night
falls heavy upon
unseeing eyes asleep.
The Sandman feasts
upon our dreams and
only time will tell...
The moonshine swells,
churning our bellies
and washing the wicked
dawn. A call or a holler
to arms, Queen's alarm,
she sends us all to hell.
"Have you forgot
that you are not?"
shouts from down
the mountaintops.
Quite a complement to the
Quite a complement to the poem: "descent"; it's the other side of that coin and its opposite sound.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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