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Sep 2012
A scream...
followed by a choke
a splutter, a gasp
then
a CRACK.

a field of white,
red river flowing
from the cavity of a chest
to gravel.
how long is
the road now?

light ever present
at tunnels end
how many times
must you die
before you get there?

spit broken teeth,
walls leave you weak
spell bound to feet
i bow,
"ah, goodmorrow
mystery"
Just leaking pages of my notebook again, enjoy this tired poem.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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