Dark, brooding, and bright in the virgin
We create peaceful witches over the sea
Way great! The bastard offers died
Totally blue about the gods
You imagine brilliant hooks next to the dreamscape
Term! The King offers come
Evil and splintering beyond the shadows
We condone murky impressions within the spirits
Oh God! The night has died
open-eyed nameless
fading slowly
an empty address book
Where ultimately
the witness
take comfort
remembering ages of long ago
UNDER MAINTENANCE
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