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a cardinal and a rat at my feeder
dead porcelain doll in my hands.
people no one can see on the wraparound porch
like a row of ampersands.
One more word would be too much. This is a complete Gothic tale–of mystery, imagination and a not insignificant dollop of horror.
Reblogged this on Coal Black's House Of Pain and commented:
THIS is what Jerry Lee Lewis was singin’ ’bout when he sang, “Good God almighty and great balls of fire!” What a crapload of fineness you can say in just four lines.
That last line is to the point.
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