ah, ah, ah. . .
Atishoo...
That misty dawn the cold did cling so wet
On rising banks beside the barren trees...
our first moon dance seemed
to last a thousand nights as...
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Monsters (Acrostic...
Cinnamon spice, apple pie
this candle throws a magical scent...
.
a...
Ding dong merrily on high
Christmas cakes and mince pies...
Ocean,
sky...
Snaking veins do clot and crawl the
upper screams of slaughtered fools...
Embroidered ovals of chocolatier creation
All of which contain sweet secrets within...
The Christmas season has come and gone once more
like a carnival it must leave though we still...
. . . and so it happened,
a newest family member...