Suffering and baits
Sharks and traits
Of mad blue clouds
Skeleton maids
That in the garden
Totter in the night.
I saw
From nearby
And the lips
Were blue
Though the eyes
Red.
In the night
I
Walk alone
Woken and
Restless
Flesh that covers
Bone
That rattles
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