A sky in the blood crimson
and the shrill on hell coal black
sings like a kangaroo, left-hand dance you'll see,
Of the inward sun sets fortitude
as never loved before
unencumbered
The hysteria accelerates
such cello keel unto the strum
rarely performed publicly
A drunk lover crossing promenade
Soon, Pitiful spirits, zombies and Christianlike buried
swaying to the sceletons sarabande
To sound of the tune went false,
I know
I pen
I ink
there, a love cardboard intelligent box
here, deft, a drunk casino
let's gamble to savouring a twosome
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