night cantors into the mind,
a sable tail paints blackness to the eye
sky nymphs straddle the moon... singing
spider sprints across the faceless dream
soul woven in silky-slick yesterday
bike bells,pigtails, sweet lemonade
bitter scythe swings a rancid promonade
put a chew toy upon the train tracks
for certain the puppy found its way
youth violently tossed aside ,
diamonds turned into clay
where's...
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