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A word steady monument to the cult movie, The Lost Boys.

Submitted:Dec 21, 2007    Reads: 183    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   

The moon, bright yet idle

clings to the dark horizon

Stretching its reflection

towards the waking beach

Grounded flights

the debt of blood, paid

Santa Carla settles

eyes of vermilion close

Michael's last tear of starvation

falls upon a grave of sand

A frail tomb that melts

as the tide gathers pace

Mortal bones and the aging gene

drown in the metaphor

He must quote holy water

scripture that damns the Lost Boys


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