Death Is Drawn To Sound
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James McLain
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I see time.
The woman in the see through casket.
Under eyes stitched up inside the sail.
And the blade from which he died sewn up inside.
Thin this girl got in to deep,
and is married to the deep dark sea.
Rising sound the roaring is.
Of the darkest river and of death the mask.
It was being added soon before.
She seldom seen it was
The sail is filled with breath.
It is the silent noise of death.
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