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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005

Silica

Interminably Consternation

A mind spread before me
But my feet are clay
All that fear
I can taste the disease
The rot of despair
The face that haunts me
Has joined me here
In all these environs
Not a sight of sun
Now you're here the air it breathes
But it's not why I stare
There's an arid hand
Blood upon the sand
Splattered every where
Now with one tear
A talon caresses fear
Embracing all

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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