Gothic Encounter
bell of jelly beans getting lost by its means
the hidden frost on a mass appeal
a gross game of lets make a deal
shackled from the wheel of fortune...,
she sat in gothic apparel along the river Styx
shaped through the cowards dreams of letting go
some mere near shampoo hold
breath deep in how you hope in sensible night behold
walking, watching & waiting...
crystal ship there to behold
a pulse of the heart shall light a spark from here we go
at impulse of its love from above,
sent away cobwebs upon each thread
she dazzles with her eye
in view of a quaint passerby
nestled in the root of the eye
shadows there aimed to behold the diference
basking in the vast expanse of her chamber door love
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