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Gothic Hands

Gothic Hands

A Poem by The Noose


It sat in the viscera that winterIt all didThe unfed energy of madnessThe unbridledRecklessnessFoaming at the mouthVirulentBordered and containedThe b..
Dusk On the Prairie

Dusk On the Prairie

A Poem by The Noose


Day and night'sFleeting CollisionAbovethe field of dreamsPrairie grass swayingTo the sound of the wind'sGentle ariaCaressing skinThe sweet scent of th..