Deep Poetry for Saturday, January 22, 2011

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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Fear Loving

Woke up in a dream The room was dark. A Fan from ceiling, heard it bark. Touched my chin.. smeared with sweat. A weirdo with a mask 'pon the television set... The vulture's teeth.. Oh! sleep was a myth! A screeching noise, A shapeless voice..... Play'd with my nerves Like some cheap bought toys..! Faceless fears, In their evil poise.......Let go with it.. Into the pit Sign in to see full entry.

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