Sullen as a full moon filled with barbiturates swollen pools of ebony drinking eyes
Dastardly deeds written in blood ice cream of livid soul etching in folklores dreams
I run in the wood with you naked marking magic dashes in flashy twilight filled skies
We circle death, ideas, grabbing and growling each with unrestraint tussling down
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