Tuesday, September 29, 2015

The Visit Comments

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The angel of death went up and down dark city alleys and streets
Unseen, unheard not being felt by his tracking treads
Trailing twilight robes past coffee shops where people chat and laugh with thrill
He paused, yet not hesitated at every door and window sill
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