Deadly Is The Night
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Laurence Overmire
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The quiet sound of living alone
Distracted day dispersed in blackness
Thoughts conniving, digging in
Haunted churchyards, weedy cemeteries
Wicked fingers prying open
Pounded nails from the weaker wedge of wood
Exhumed with maggots these
Telling tales
Blood a river that never dies
Carrying time, in and out
The closing ventricles
Chambers of forbidden entry
In the hollow center of
The all too human heart.
~ Laurence Overmire
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