Cold Wet Feet

My delightful fair strobing lights
good cloak and your mind is
fancy this night.

 “Is she fair? Is she promised to
the night?”  

 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.

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