The Dark Boulevard

The black cloth has been laid upon the boulevard It has changed its appearance size and shape from all that we had heard The insects of the night are out and making their presence felt This moment is not gonna stand here still, it is so soon gonna melt I don’t know what draws me …

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A Calling

Who’s the lover that’s calling my name? In the midst of the night she has no shame I hear her once, I hear her again Something’s outlandish, something’s strange. The night has settled, the people are in Nothing can be heard, perhaps the dropping pin While I was resting to sleep, I heard my name …

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