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Darkness

January 15, 2013
By Anonymous

The night is near, (A grief Ago, Dylan Thomas)
Leaves rustling on the tree tops,
The street, asleep in the night,
Full moon on the horizon;

A shadow emerges,
He creeps from house to house,
Without a thought on his mind,
On the offensive,
Being a child one last time.


The author's comments:
This is called borrowed poetry. Start with a line cited from a poet and then work off of it

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