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Monday, March 2, 2015


Through the still night
A shrill voice broke,
That echoed and reverberated
And froze the dead in their graves
A morbid one
Or a nightmare?
A cataclysmic scene
That prevailed outside
When a renegade intrigues
Like an inimical rogue
Whose ferocious and rough
Obstruct the solace.
Optimistic of the shriek
Of those in dark locales
Relating to the gruesome.

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