Sanguinary feet
On a stroll
Halt not
Though the prowling darkness
Croons trepidations.
Gloomy, tremulous aberration
Of mind
Goads for a justifiable detour
But 'NO' they say
And amble towards the next dawn.
On a stroll
Halt not
Though the prowling darkness
Croons trepidations.
Gloomy, tremulous aberration
Of mind
Goads for a justifiable detour
But 'NO' they say
And amble towards the next dawn.
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