After Dark
Darkness sweeps the dirty streets now, The moon shines, All dirt cleared and day done. The windows swing eerily, howls echo, not the plainest
Darkness sweeps the dirty streets now, The moon shines, All dirt cleared and day done. The windows swing eerily, howls echo, not the plainest
The Bully Lilya Turner Hurd Piercing the heart, Ripping it up, Chucking it around, Throwing it away. Head bowed, Shoulders hunched, Vague
The Box Lilya Turner Hurd Its simplicity adds a glimmer of uniqueness. Its pure beauty opens a window of glamour. Its plain tone
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