“The sprites of bright lights lovingly play you around. Suckling smooches soak to and up. Ashamed in tension crawls along a brown to black. Sanguine moods of sadly sails overtly beach down and trode. Juristic pure static yawn oh yaws. Shadesque mask masquerade delayed. A boon, yes. - umbra nosferatu poem” PoemGothicWriters QuotesFragment Author:Ashlan Chidester