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Monday, August 25, 2014
Shadowy Form In The Graveyard
his form was sparse
his features morose and drawn
scuffling his feet
starting and stopping
his gate impulsive and slow
from whence came this thing
a shadowy figure in black
long white fingered grasping hands
a cold cold dead corpse
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