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Ode to Fear

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Above the water’s shadow
has fell to the last breath of the night,
fear
as a black
felt of blankets,
gripping
with every fiber,
choking air like thick
gray musk.

A crow cuts
its warning cackle
echoing into the demented depths.

The sky is
a pit falling
forever.



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