Pollick Poems


The Charcoal Man; Part Two

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The Charcoal Man; Part Two

She went as silent as a night with petrified crickets. It blinked. Then before any of us could comprehend what was going on it swiftly grabbed her by the arm and pulle...
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Categories: pollick, dark, death, evil, grave,
Form: Free verse
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