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Promiscuous shadows haunt the night
Forging their maps by day
Passing through the ethereal unseen
Lunging lurid luscious
Empires of sadistic interludes teach verse
In exchange for tempered instrumental falsetto
How can the night be so quiet?
In your city, on your street
Inside
Without warning.
A dog barks and out bursts
The answer.
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2021
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