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Post by sergosa on Aug 27, 2009 8:34:40 GMT -6
Tonight the moon is on its monthly duty: Distorting shapes, veiling awful things in beauty.
Bewitched by the hazy, treacherous moonlight, This night.
I'm lazy wandering among my messy thoughts. For fun I'm trying put my feet on mowing blots.
I can not see. That:
Smiling monsters are drinking my blood. This night. Monsters. My blood.
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Post by pegesus on Aug 27, 2009 13:01:38 GMT -6
sergosa, you are a versitile poet, love your words. peg
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Post by anirbas on Aug 30, 2009 23:55:56 GMT -6
Glorious images of night which I so love, capped and ended with two chilling lines *shivers*
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