You are worn, dear Peter
And pained like the cries upon a
battlefieldWhere do they go? Growing intense – a mechanism under skin that twists in coiled movement
I know the hurt.
Clock chimes
Three, then six, then nine
Twelve
Silent striking, inviting, I hear it calling
Here come’th the hour
But you will not die today, dear Peter
Sweet Peter
You will not die today.
Hey, glad to see you back. Loved this!
Thanks!
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