December 13, 2022
Cold Wet Feet
My delightful fair strobing lights
good cloak and your mind is
fancy this night.
“Is she fair? Is she promised to
Oh, your heart is a Mouth biting reflection
of fear ~ yes, she is weird.
Like the sun
Like the stars
Like the shadows
promised to the night.
And where have you been couple and hey, hey.
Within cubicles of pain and worshiping
our previous Lives.
LL 12,12,2922 LL
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