Poems from Dylan Moran
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the sound of a round, sliding smoothly into a chamber. looselyfit fingers grasping cold steel. causing the average brick to be...
hell hawk
wings expand over clouds on high
grass begins to brown, and trees change marvelously. Anonymously a character glooms in blue...
a young gal' her hair gold, bold
and wavy like a sea torn aimlessly
out on the Porch sits a foretold
amore on swings that sway savorily...
"I'll see you in my dreams"
with closed eyes, nostrils flare to schemes of dark rooms that gloom to whom are lonely as
Owls "hoo, hoo" at...
"i am fear!" he exclaimed walking through the dark corridor of this foreign brain. when the light grows bright it casts out shadows of...