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Bats

Shadows almost swift Beyond learning's reflection Quivered from the eaves I thought thatch did smell Strange upon the nose urban And made words polite Hanging on child's eye Though the myth dead came to life And blood shrivels still What song when they're gone Shall spread my relief like stars? Bats drove black the sun.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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