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Jan 2015
3am
It's this time,
When it's truly the middle of the night.
When the witches and wolves come out to dine,
When mr moon refuses to burn bright. 

When he and she 
Are snoozing tight,
When you and me 
--our imaginations take flight.

When ghouls and ghosts 
Don't worry the light,
When vampires boast
About their bites. 

When silence is ominous
--to the banshees' delight,
When goblins are most honest
Fine I'm lying, alright.

When faeries come out,
Pink green blue red white,
When zombies get up and about,
Completely oblivious to the mosquito bites.

When it's time to celebrate
The water sprites' wedding night. 
When all long dead mates
Finally get to reunite.

It is also time
For the stars to excite:
One kiss for one dime,
Mermaids, the queen of the night.

But when the moon disappears 
And the sun takes along its light, 
These creatures wipe away a tear...
It's time to say good night.
I have an imagination virus.
Kylia
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Kylia  22/in my mind
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