Crimson Mist (Human Distortion Part I) Poem by luke holt
Crimson Mist (Human Distortion Part I)
Rating: ★5.0
the moon sang when the masquerade began
and we all swam in her beams
let her be debauched in sadness and drunk with fear
let her molten vodka tears glisten in perpetual ecstasy
let her pleasures breed insane dialects
sanity stings all of us
percussive beats and molten streets
in velvet night
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5/8/2024 6:30:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
were do u get your ideas from? ur a pretty good writer