Magnetic Poetry #9

How do I stop every kiss from an ugly dream?

I hear a girl whispering evil,

repulsive.

Doesn't it shudder,

the picture of a bare breast?

Like spirits at midnight,

silent,

moaning

sweet fear in the darkness.

Better believe my soul is cold and lonely.

Would you cry for me?

Walk through the rain to love me?

Strange imagination means a storm

screaming for the moon.

Bitter.

Empty.

Like man.

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