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I Buy In Stephen King, I Buy In
Oct 25, 2021
you hiss names in the dark
wait for them to come
name tags drifting to dust,
the mulch of your sleep.
your breath tells their tale
in twisted sibilance,
forked tongues
must act in accord with their nature
the dreams of innocents
your fodder, snaked canapes
served with a hint of lime
piquancy on death’s breeze
and i
am still afraid of the dark
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