The moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands. *
The waxing moon removes the mystery of the woman,
Illuminating the girl in full passions;
Shakespeare and I stanza 5
It sparkles in the gutter
on a gritty November day.
No one else notices it.
A cold wind blows through the streets
and the others just wish to get home.
I make my way to the gleam.
He was naturally giddy and morose. Like a cat barking. The belly laughing and bullying to hide something as simple as misdirected impossible love. Watching the hunger devour itself day in and out....
Sharif de Sade
Sharif de Sadeby
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