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Acorns pop against the roof
with their exploding heads
pounding the night like firecrackers
and the nerves along my spine
tingle with a lonely dread
of an invisible breath
panting along the hills and hollows
I wish I didn’t dream of this wild thing
ravishing my soul with such an undead hunger
It feeds off the lies that I’ve buried inside
and rips the jugular out of tomorrow
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