Locate the source of the timebomb girl

back in the boneyard of strange events

a cargo of coffins

the dead unmoored from their resting bays

In the bone yard of writers we laughed

as only poets can do, and then make notes.

An emotional time-bomb is the deadly thing

Shadows sharp and black Lovers who sing

with heartbeats sucking in the air

panting like old dogs

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