Paranoia of midnight, my sweet Lenova
a slow unraveling dream in syntax,
footoose, becoming noise.
Hemmorging the ink in shadow steps,
last tango stuttering through the dark,
one line at a time.
A cotillion of a thousand shivering nerves
dancing in the dead air of twelve,
and the rhythm is just a ghost.
Masquerading a corpse…
in my latest novel of romance.
Rated for Teens(13+)
My Latest Romance
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