Father, please deliver us
from precipice and pit.
From devil spawn carnivorous
that eat us, bit by bit.
Pushing as we’re slipping back.
We hear the mad refrain.
The landscape of the tamarack,
the black and inky rain.
Diabolical
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 
Lost a friend today. This fit my mood.
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Oh! I’m sorry.
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Peace be to you.
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This one was hard.
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Check FB. I sorta spelled it all out.
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