Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Fawn

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A quiet walk

In the night

A chance encounter

Of a spotted deer.

A screech of tires,

A creaking of metal,

A splintering of glass.

Warm crimson spatters

 Across my face.

A spring dribbles

Slowly down my chin.

Written by uncannynerdyguy

February 16, 2010 at 11:50 pm

Posted in Poetry

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