A collection of deliciously, dark poems.
#3 in Poetry - 9/6/18
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I always met him around the witching hour, When others were safely tucked up inside. We were never afraid of what lurked in the night, If they came upon us they'd be one's to take fright.
We wandered lazily through the darkened streets, Conversation would be flowing his company always engaging. I would miss these evening meanders in this quiet town. However, the time had come to move on, There were too many bodies to be found.
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