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Jun 2018
Let the branches of creativity spring from my mind,
filled with jazzy waves like a settling blanket of darkness.
A new year's night, the time to reflect and remind.
The alluring peace of the shade beckons your weariness.

An escape from the bustling world and pandemonium.
A careful retreat to the secret recesses of the heart.
A time of unfiltered lashing, absent of euphemism.
Tears like cannonballs, raining down on the castle's rampart.

Soon the sun will bloom into flowers of darkness,
the candles of the night drown on the ever-moonless night.
He feasts on the weak, indulging on the sensitive. Loneliness.
A lifeless corpse is all that remains of the one crying out for the sunlight
Written by
paul  California
   Jayne E and Fawn
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