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 #26 

April
2013


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a poem by David McLean (1 of 2)

man, a candle

night is pitiful waiting mostly, tragic
like a bomb that never gets to explode
in the faces of the stranger,

it is ghosts who never bothered to be born
and the haunting song of the melancholic
moron; night is pitiful waiting,

a candle who burns to a hopeless close

© by David McLean

 
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