Dream with me. Let me in.
Color these roses with the blood of sin.
Summoner of the shadow.
Enchanting the hallow.
Pluck your strings and praise your tale.
Shoot back another sting of ale.
Die with the dogs in the weeds.
Crank the wench and plant the seeds.
These wishes shall not crumble.
Set to harden with every mumble.
Enrich me with a fib so bright.
To steal away; bring dark to light.
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Author:
Noah (
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