Saturday, October 15, 2016

Treat

lines strings strung in out in out no ways all day midnight roam dusk greeter a calm pause quiet delight not even a peep no rustle to keep empty streets beat without a creep to creep without a muffled weep just so sickeningly sweet revel the level of a treble on stiletto later now never if the seems stitched clever all the better

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