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Author: Blood in Water
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General/Poetry - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-23-08 - Updated: 04-23-08 - Complete - id:2508412

Shout, hangman, shout—

‘til the rebels find their out.

‘cause they need to know where the shells will land;

‘lest the stars take the beating in stars’ place.

They’d follow the wounded, still hand in hand,

Making tears from stardust that falls, face to face.

But take care; they speak in skyscreech,

not in riddles, but in lies.

Pray the fair; bear the Mind’s breach—

whence the fleeting beetle flies.



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