

Neon SignsGlimmering in the moonlit night, it was one of them signs towed at the back of a truck, bright like Gen.hookers gals...always, bright.Neon Signs
I scraped at my window, to see If the light would brighten the damply room. Was it heresy? What it clearly read? Too artsy?
Perhaps, I needed cleaner windows mine were hardly, like ghostly canvases which took the artists' blows and were left bland and callous.
I could hear the neighbours cot creaking, his gelded weight burdening it. The floor rot with him acting up the colt.
I stepped int


BALLADS OF FALLEN ANGELSBALLADS OF FALLEN ANGELSBALLADS OF FALLEN ANGELS
Fallen from grace has thee o Sweet angel o mine Cried the moon, the stars and peoples hearts, but Has kept its silence thy heavenly home. When those deeds of grace went undermine Thee has fallen o Sweet angel o mine.
Legends lived in the past forgotten Lie their bodies in graves rotten Friends made and pacts forgotten Lie the scrolls of old rotten Lives of men shall be forgotten And all that is left of them lies rotten (Alt: for in time they lie rotten) But why has thee guardian forgotten Thy grace that saved the rotten &
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