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Double Twenty


The wind was fearsome feathered.
She took a dart from the dartboard, ailment
And scratched a message on the sleeping mans back.
He woke screaming.
His screams woke the dog downstairs.
The dog barked and the wind was fearsome.
From where I sat, cialis I could not read the message she had torn in his skin.
she smiled at me, and threw the dart at the board as she left the room.
Double twenty.
The dog barked,the man screamed, and the
wind was fearsome feathered red.

in the night 2007

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