The story of young men and women blossoms under the Devilmoon's shade,
This is where stars hide because gilded boulevards envy them so:
Where nights illuminate themelves in the crossroads of brick-bedecked corridors,
Where one might see hanged gallows and galleries of the heart soul and spirit of the happily hungry,
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This was another classical inspiration and incrimination from yours to enchant the readers observation.This poem is an epic i must say.Splendid write.Magnificent attempt and magnanimous outcome..