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Blurred

When all has been seen or heard

Until the senses become blurred

then darktime begins

where shadows are not friends

omens of doom

hiding in rooms

in the darktime

line up

Lines drawn in the sand, by an unknown hand

stays on land, until the ocean turns the tide.

Washing away another dream with a scream…

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silly rabbit

Soon to find out that is not a butterfly…

pencil sketch

Chained

Whistle

whistling in the dark

sounds scrape
against shapes

stumbles

echoing

dreams

broken fragments

of screams

streaming

into nowhere

Cooties

There is that, who dwells among us
Their numbers are humongous
living in slimy fungus
Covering the earth
with glee and mirth
though smallest in girth
waiting for birth
mighty germs
aka cooties