Right turn on the Left

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Right turn on the Left
By Jack Dinovitz

Night fell and in the field on the mountain they breathed. 
Night shade danced in the wind and wolfsbane with it. The deadliest dance. 
They whispered serendipital monogamy, they plead, but do the stars stare at the rising sun laughing at the irony of darkness. 
The suckling of Flower rushed into the smell of absolute. 
The thing that Wakes up and cry’s and sleeps until the the heart stops beating. 

Sweet death they whispered to the child, the right turn on the left. 

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