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Black Dog

Sometimes mad, the reigns drag from clawing hands, the pounding steed of a racing mind now overwhelmed in clinging sand, the world an alien land, fearful neath the smothering ooze, crying in the darks oppression, muttering confession to demons that watch and wait, for darker times come late.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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