The Immortal
Night Breed--
He rises when
there is blood on the moon,
bringing with him all things dark and
twisted.
Pieces of You
Blue rain--
your face snipped from
all of my photographs.
Now, all I have are these little
circles.

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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 2 Fall 2004 & Winter 2005
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Poets & Authors page for the poet's
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These poems are Copyright © 2005 by Kathy Lippard
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