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Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Lycanoculus

The trees have grown long eyes of green and yellow
They watch through half-closed lids in some uneasy sleep
Like wolves they pad through undergrowth in shadow
With cunning, find and pick my bones en-tendril'd deep
Posted by Philip Damian-Grint at 22:08
 
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