a red parade
a masquerade
a darkened room
where love is made
. . .
an endless cheer
a puppeteer
drinks and spirits
mask the fear
. . .
confessions made
lay down your spade
and join us where
the graves are laid
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☾moonpoems☽
Poetry© 2016 SwitchandMixie highest rating: #159 in poetry i wrote these crappy things so please don't take :) there are no capital letters in this book because sometimes we need a break from capital letters that scream at us and make everything s...
