A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…
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Purse Kept Gems
To search outwards defines strength, To wander in the fields of black roses and purple orchids, Dance around and around under the late summer sun, Tumblers of pink lemonade, gin and chock full of ice cubes, Straws and a slice of lime to accommodate, Gather yourself and meet us there, We can watch the sun…