Perhaps yours
is not a witchery at all
but only  just a love..

ya...  one that is most
intimately, crafted 💖

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"When the sun goes down
the armies of the voiceless--
several hundred-thousand strong
Come out  without
their bandages..

Their voices raised in song

And when the street lights
sputter out
they make this awful
sizzling sound
I cast my gaze toward
the pavement--
Too many blood stains
on the ground

Rhode Island
drops into the ocean
No place to call home anymore..
Lovecraft in Brooklyn

Head outside most everyday
to try to keep the wolves away
Imagine nice things I might say

if company should come

Woke up afraid of
my own shadow
Like, genuinely afraid
Headed for the pawnshop
to buy myself a switchblade

Someday,  something's coming
from way out  beyond
the stars
To **** us while we stand here..
It'll store our brains
in Mason jars

..And then
the girl behind the counter
She asks me how I feel today..

I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn"
https://youtu.be/PvkMEoqmbBA

👀  👀  👀
youtu.be/kJTxxSJJLHY?t=33
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