Midnight Lust Comments

Im shaking, Im nervus, my spine tingles, my legs are weak,
I hear the moon crying his song of weiling winds, trees snap and dropp their seed.
The colour of the lights above the cityscapes bring voices out of her city walls.
I lie in a state of failing comatose in this busom of the city, and tonight her voice shouts with ferver and lust out of every wind, out of every breeze.
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