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the calling

the calling

I am haunted
beneath sand
beasts
and roses
wings to wither
gnashing claws
of discarded souls
to fly
to free
like a ravens' song
in the dead of night
I mourn
wishing for your stars
 
 
 

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Dean Kuch

This meandering melancholy musing drips with despondency and despair, Theresa.
I loved it...
~Dean Kuch ☠️

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