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Alyxx
She paces the night.
Windswept she glides
Over mushroom moonlit glades,
And comes to rest like a web.
Moaning like a wraith,
She clutches,
Holding on for drear life,
But hoos.
Orbs light upon your eyes.
She has what she came for.
- by Bacchus SatyrHart Lobstyr |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/22/2010 |
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