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The Living Dark On The Daily Strange
I called aloud, shouting my friend's name. The empty rooms only echoed my own outcry. And then--I say this with no attempt to be dramatic--a

David Stigwood
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The Drowned Car (A Poem by David Stigwood)
When dreams are shaped by conscience
There's nothing you can do but stay awake
At first he thought he's read the Bible for his sins........

David Stigwood
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At The Demonologist's by Edward W O'Brien Jr.
One hot and very quiet afternoon
I reached the limit of a certain road
And saw the place so long romanticised:
The dwelling of the......

Daily Strange
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