Shoo-Wop

Flailing arms, Duckers and Night-time ferries
Fleeces of warmth by butters willowed cause
Spiderheads, black cat loving widows
Accompany such silent sorrow
Within the whims of loveless living
And empty euphoria
Triggered by a sensational lust
And fantabular finish
Crash Neptune with funk
Of bodily movements
Drawn by independent seeking
And hapless mishaps
Walks to cold parks
By morning due
Night-time poetry
Red Human Stew
Vulturously gazing
At a hazy youth
Teeth sink into flesh
And panic turned terror
Arouses love

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