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Author: Humunculous
The Hitcher
Out on the lonesome highway I met a haunted man. He looked so sad stood in the rain I thought I’d lend a hand.
Here’s another poem, called “William Blake”
In the darkest stain of ink black night What do you see? What do you see? What creeping things come to you my love? What demons do you keep from me?
Here’s a poem I wrote recently entitled “Cellar Dweller”
There’s a man in the woods with a claw for a hand, And you can’t really see his eyes. But you know that he’s smiling, And you know that he’s cruel, And you know that he’s covered with flies…