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It Feasts On Fear II
It Feasts On Fear IIby Michael DoyleII.From beyond the grave, Matty spokeAbout pickle jars and things that broke.It certainly sounded as if impossible,But maybe it was just improbable.It’s hard to believe that some things are true,But we’re bound to believe, … Continue reading
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Tagged Believe, Chain, Fear, Feat, Grave, Horror, Impposible, Improbable, It, Night, Poetry and Poems, Right, Saity, True, Unfinished Business, Victorry's Crown, Wrong
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It Feasts On Fear
It Feasts On Fearby Michael DoyleI.Watch for signs of corruption in the morning,In all the troubles that come without warning.American Sign Language signals the meaningOf all the challenges for us human beings.Small towns brush life with their mercy,Sipping whiskey from … Continue reading
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Tagged American Sign Language, Anxiety, Challenges, Drry, Evil, Fear, Feast, Hennessy, Human Bengs, It, Kid, Life, Meaning, Mercy, Narrowly, Night, Poetry and Poems, Pout, Signal, Small Town, Solitude, Trouble, Vice, Warning, Whiskey, Writing
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