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Read Poem: Babalonshi, by Robert Meacham

A louder wind fanned through a coppice gate. Above the crypt hung a cloudy canopy And in mysterious form, There you stood unveiled, Whispering dark caresses. A sky scored of specter gray Belched angry storms That rang clear with madness- … Continue reading

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