Nightmare Garden Cont.
It is midnight so it go.
Until morning
and they die.
This is love.
My course is terror.
Future liaison some
fortnight back and forth.
A kings ransom for them
consummate tender.
Access the garden.
Open to spans of vanity.
Three corners and the march
of the bizarre.
The fringe spill over
from the portico.
The sun strike all sides.
Nightmare part of the whole.
Ideal macabre role play. G ©
Aphrodisiac
Mine obsess
and from its depth
is warmth.
What for aphrodisiac?
Wester winds it
sings you’re ready.
Present tension
to speak of.
Mine obsess, love.
Stretch of flesh
all the best, love.
All the best.
A fool and his charm.
Mine tool I am par.
What for aphrodisiac? G ©
Mood
The leaves fallen by now.
Heavy and notice day
most down cast.
A day opaque and stark.
Romantic lament the dark.
Cold come in heavy
cloak the mood.
Is string of fancy
and them is shook.
The elements left her
Free fall.
The day most melancholy.
A day opaque.
Romantics lament aint been sun.
G ©
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