The Esthetic Apostle

October 2018

Darkness

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Frees shadows from sightasks monsters to play, under your bedfloats a moon in the pondgives your sunflower some resttemps burglars to burglekeeps lights from the deadinvites owls to dinecomforts the blindtells tides which way to gomakes all those stars shinetucks birds in at nightcalls bats from your shedturns a wick to flamecharms my lover to bed.