night after night,
i long for its senseㅡ
dark and bitter,
nothing but a worthful danger;
like a wild animal roaring,
begging shall it be tamed.
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everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
06:22
night after night,
i long for its senseㅡ
dark and bitter,
nothing but a worthful danger;
like a wild animal roaring,
begging shall it be tamed.