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A collection of poetry dealing with getting over the past and a hope of a better tomorrow. |
i still wander in the moonlight i know my way around here all these succubi they gather and tell me what i want to hear with each moan they bring me closer to the gates at heaven's lawn but the foliage turns to embers i'm at the river Styx by dawn i have spent my last 2 coppers at night on ladies in distress i still see her eyes in memories her taste still lingers on my breath insatiably i crave her touch though she does not respect her flesh -m.m. Morris |