Lolling tongues lapping up lunacy frenetically
Outside, the house looks cozy; settled.
Tremors rock and threaten to level it from within.
Catch the glint of the lambent orb in the night sky and
Ignore the rush of cool air ‘gainst bared flesh
His beaming face distracts the immaculate
From the precious treasure stolen away
Into the
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i'm glad you changed your mind
your poetry flows as beautifully as all your words
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