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With 52 forms, how many poems can you write in one year? |
(item; 2196586) one twenty Twenty Florette twenty twenty feared by many reasons plenty feared by many the end times are coming right now these strange visions nightmare visions nightmares real are end times real or is this just my fate to have visions galore howling at the Moon Florette howling at the moon the mad full moon filled with madness I fall down screaming, like an banshee, pure madness i see the moon smiling full moon filling me with lust I fall into dreaming of meeting naked lovely moon maidens Moon over the mountains Florette the full moon shines providing signs deep in mountains I want to moan filled with thought of the moon and people living there the evil moon blood red blue moon terrifies me mad moon cries and I run consumed with hot mad desires |