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The House At the End of the Street

Alone at last in the dead of night, he reaches for her under their threadbare existence with one clammy hand. She dutifully obliges. Alone at last in the dead of night, the girl is sound asleep; the tiara is still askew on her head after the day’s rabid celebration. Alone at the last at the dead of night, the boy takes the unrelenting road out of the town. And towards new adventures. Alone at last at the dead of night, the dog sheds its skin and howls at the moon. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: 09/10/2017

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Date: 10/11/2017 4:27:00 AM
Tamal, always good to see you back with a new poem :) This is an incredible 'list. A sort of tercets with a refrain. This has a lonely and mysterious feel to it.
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Date: 10/9/2017 7:15:00 AM
Beautiful ... a really nice poem ... enjoyed reading ...
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