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She picked up the end of the rope. “This is just about long enough.” “Long enough for what?” “To toss over the hook, hoist you up, and then drop you.” Goose bumps bristled on her arms. “You were supposed to die, Noah.”
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
A Christmas sort of poem
Those of you who are weird enough to appreciate my poetry check the latest out at the tag poetry. Work in progress of course.
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